C1 How Could I Have Been Kidnapped

There was a light on in the room, and the dim yellow light fell on the people sitting on the sofa, and the curtains of the French windows were drawn back so that you could see the lights outside.

Mu Han yawned and looked at the clock on the wall. Now, even if it was dark, he could clearly see the furnishings in the room. It was already past one o'clock. That person probably wouldn't come back.

At this moment, the sound of a key came from outside the door. Mu Han turned his head and the door was opened. A ray of light fell in from outside. Nie Cheng turned on the switch by the door. When the lights in the room lit up, Mu Han was still not used to it.

"You're still awake. Why aren't you turning on the lights?" Nie Cheng put the key on the shoe cabinet and changed into his slippers before walking in. There was no heater in the room, so it was a little cold. Even his tone was cold. "Why isn't the heater on?"

Mu Han smiled, "I didn't feel cold, so I didn't turn on the heater."

However, Nie Cheng still went over to turn on the heater. He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. "I've been busy these past two days, so I didn't have time to call you. I saw your message today and rushed back." Nie Cheng sat down beside him. When his clothes brushed against his body, he felt a layer of coldness rush up through the fabric. Frowning, he reached for Mu Han's hand. "Your hand is so cold, and you still say you're not cold. Put on more clothes."

Mu Han nodded. "I thought you wouldn't be back today."

"When I saw your message, I called your phone, but I couldn't get through. You said you were kidnapped. As soon as the show was over, I pushed away those drinking parties and immediately came back." Nie Cheng checked up and down to make sure that Mu Han was not injured.

Mu Han smiled, "How could I have been kidnapped? Maybe my phone was lost two days ago, and someone picked it up and sent a message to scare me."

If the person was fine, Nie Cheng would not take that message to heart. "Go and make up for it tomorrow."

Mu Han nodded. "Alright."

He leaned towards Nie Cheng. His body was warm, but it couldn't dispel the cold from his body at all. It was as if there was a chill in his bones that couldn't be dispelled.

However, Nie Cheng pushed him away. "I just came back. I'm going to take a bath. Go and get dressed." He paused for a moment. Perhaps seeing that he didn't move, he went to his room and got a coat for him to put on.

Mu Han pulled on his coat and followed him when he saw him pulling his luggage back to his room. This was a master bedroom. The two of them had shared a bed here for four years, and their clothes were hanging in the cloakroom. Nie Cheng put his suitcase aside and went to get his bathrobe.

"Do you want some milk? I'll heat a cup for you." Mu Han watched him walk towards the bathroom and asked.

"No need. I'll go to bed after I take a shower." Seeing him standing in the doorway, Nie Cheng went over and picked him up, placing him on the bed. For some reason, the moment he picked him up, he felt that the man in front of him was light and weightless. Nie Cheng pulled up the blanket for him. "You sleep first. I'll go take a shower."

Mu Han nodded slightly. Nie Cheng went to get his pajamas and went to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water, and soon, mist rose and filled the air. Nie Cheng took the shower and ran it over his head. When he raised his head, he felt a person standing outside the glass bathroom. The temperature in the bathroom seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Nie Cheng was stunned. When he came in just now, he had clearly closed the bathroom door. Even Mu Han couldn't have come in.

Nie Cheng opened the glass door to the bathroom, but there was no one outside.

When Nie Cheng came out of the bathroom, he saw a glass of milk on the bedside table. He frowned."

"I heated a glass. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it and go to sleep later." Mu Han raised his head from the book. The warm yellow table lamp fell on his face, and a mole at the corner of his eye was like a drop of blood.

Nie Cheng bent down and pinched his chin. He kissed him on the lips. "Sleep early. I'll go dry my hair."

He went to the living room to dry his hair. When he came in, Mu Han had already finished his milk and was lying down. Nie Cheng walked over, pulled the blanket away, and lay down to hold him in his arms.

"Why are you still so cold after lying down for so long?"

"I don't know." Mu Han turned around and looked up at the man who was approaching him. Nie Cheng's facial features were sharp, his eyebrows were a little high, and his eyes were deep. When he looked at people with his peach blossom eyes, there was a bit of gentleness in them, which made people feel sentimental, and his lips were very thin. Mu Han remembered that people said that men with thin lips were the most heartless. In the past, he didn't believe it, but now he had a taste of it.

Touching his lips with his fingertip, Mu Han leaned over and kissed him. Nie Cheng didn't refuse, and even hugged his waist tightly. Mu Han's lips were very soft, but there was a slight chill to them. However, Nie Cheng was still moved. He pinched Mu Han's chin and deepened the kiss.

Nie Cheng's palm was a little rough, but it was broad and warm. Wherever it passed, it trembled slightly. In the darkness, Mu Han could clearly see Nie Cheng's face and felt aroused.

Look, this person had a grudge against him, and only a grudge against him.

An ambiguous voice sounded from the room, low. He called out Nie Cheng's name through the darkness, and he could hear the man's voice becoming heavy.

The two of them didn't stop until it was almost dawn. Nie Cheng carried them to take a bath. When he laid them on the bed, he finally showed a puzzled expression. "Why are you still so cold?"

Mu Han curled up under the blanket. He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe I've been too tired these past few days."

Nie Cheng only pulled up the blanket for him. At this moment, he was in good spirits and didn't feel sleepy at all. He turned off the bedside lamp and looked at the man beside him. The warm yellow light fell on his face. Mu Han's face was delicate, with soft lines and long eyelashes that formed a circle of shadow under his eyelids. The red mole at the corner of his eye was even brighter. Nie Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the red mole. Only after touching it did he realize what he was doing. Frowning slightly, he retracted his hand and laid down in annoyance. The person in front of him automatically followed his body temperature and approached him.

His body was really cold. Even after snuggling under the blanket for so long, he still didn't feel warm. It was as if there was no temperature at all.