Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Zhu Ming’an’s Face Looks Like He’s Seen a Ghost

Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and Ji Wei couldn’t help but let out a low gasp.

"What happened? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Moqian, noticing her knitted brows and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, immediately asked with concern.

Ji Wei raised her hand to rub her temple. "I don’t know... it feels like this scene, being held like this and waiting for daylight, is so familiar, as if I’ve experienced it before. But I just can’t remember..."

Gu Moqian’s gaze darkened as he heard her words. He stared at her puzzled face and remained silent for a long time.

Then he pressed her head into his embrace, his voice slightly hoarse. "If you can’t remember, then don’t force yourself to. Let it go."

Listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, Ji Wei gently nodded.

Gu Moqian’s embrace always had the ability to make her forget all her worries. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.

As the woman leaned against him, her breathing soft and steady, Gu Moqian lowered his head. His eyes traced her delicate, pale face, which somehow overlapped with the image of a youthful face from his memories.

It’s okay... one day, you’ll remember.

outline the contours of her

...

the next morning, Zhu Ming’an rushed eagerly to the door

villa’s electrical panel had been severely damaged, leaving him unable to access the surveillance cameras all night, which only exacerbated his unease. Years of maneuvering in the business world had

took out a key and unlocked

door swung open, he nearly stumbled backward

impeccably in a white shirt and dark slacks, his attire neat, his hair perfectly in place without a trace

no sign of exhaustion or excess

was full

intimate sounds last night with his own ears—there was no

smile and asked, "Mr. Gu, up so early? Why not sleep a little longer? Where’s Jianian? She hasn’t

to peek into the bedroom, eager to

Gu Moqian placed a hand firmly against the doorframe, his tall figure unmoving as he coldly stared at Zhu Ming’an, making

a slender and fair hand rested on Gu Moqian’s shoulder, followed by a sweet and soft voice spilling from red

Zhu Ming’an’s face