The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father - Chapter 627: What did you want to do while I’m sleeping?

As soon as she looked straight ahead, Muyan’s breathing, which had just recovered, suddenly stagnated again.

A handsome face came into view without any hindrance, causing her heart to race completely.

Di Mingjue, who usually had piercing eyes, now had a pair of dark and deep ice-blue eyes. His whole demeanor exuded an air of aloofness and authority, much like an emperor who ruled the world, making people unconsciously feel the urge to surrender at his feet.

However, the man who was sleeping at this moment—the soft lighting caressed his fair face, accentuating his sharp and chiseled features. Beneath the eyebrows that swept diagonally towards his temples, there lay long and slightly curled eyelashes.

These long, graceful eyelashes gently veiled his cold eyes, lending a touch of softness to his overall countenance. Below the finely sculpted nose bridge were a pair of slender lips.

The lip line was firm, exuding an air of seriousness. Yet, in his peaceful slumber, he appeared unexpectedly endearing, almost childlike.

Muyan’s vision became a bit blurred. When she was unconscious, she had vaguely seen Di Mingjue’s face. At that time, she had thought it was just a dream. To her surprise, it turned out to be real. The man had truly returned.

Her hand moved involuntarily, reaching out to gently touch the man’s brow as if to confirm his existence. Her fingertips brushed over his dark eyebrows, his closed eyes, and his slender, pursed lips.

As her fingers hovered near his lips, they paused, yearning for that familiar warmth she remembered.

Suddenly, Muyan’s face flushed red as she realized what she was doing. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, a warm touch covered her wrist. Her whole body was pulled forward, and she fell into the man’s embrace.

The familiar coldness of his body met her face, accompanied by his distinct masculine scent, causing Muyan’s already flushed cheeks to turn even redder.

“Let… let go!” She opened her mouth, but her voice betrayed her flustered state. “Di Ming Jue, what are you doing?”

The man bent down slightly, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “Shouldn’t I be asking you the same question, Yanyan? What are you up to while I’m sleeping?”

Muyan hadn’t expected to be caught in such a compromising position. She felt a pang of guilt and stammered with a stern face, “Don’t talk nonsense. I would never…”

Di Mingjue gazed at her flushed face. The anger he had felt upon seeing Chang Yu holding her had vanished completely. He firmly held Muyan’s slender wrist and pressed it against his chest.

“Why is Yanyan acting so sneakily? You can touch wherever you want, do whatever you want with your husband.”

“Shut up!” Muyan finally lost her temper and tried to jump up. However, before she could get off the bed, a strong force pulled her back.

For a moment, the world spun, and Muyan found herself with her hands pressed above her head. The man’s imposing figure loomed over her, and his deep blue eyes reflected her image.

“Yanyan, it’s been so long. Do you miss me even a little?”

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her face, causing her skin to tingle and her nerves to flutter. Muyan tried to speak, but Di Ming Jue interrupted her again.

“Whether you miss me or not, I’ve missed you terribly… When I couldn’t see you, I… thought of you all the time…”