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.

his hand to gently outline the contours of her face, his lips curving into a faint,

...

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

unable to access the surveillance cameras all night, which only exacerbated his unease. Years of maneuvering in the business world

swift motions, Zhu Ming’an took out a key and

the moment the door swung open, he nearly stumbled backward in shock at the

a white shirt and

there was no sign of exhaustion or excess indulgence visible on his

Ming’an’s mind was

those breathy, intimate sounds last night

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

to peek

his tall figure unmoving as he coldly stared at Zhu Ming’an, making him feel completely out of

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

Gu Moqian, Zhu Ming’an’s face turned ashen,