“Sleep.” Qin Moling interrupted her thoughts.

He couldn’t stand people who were addicted to games the most, but he tolerated her because she was his wife, and also because she never delayed her work to play games, and she had strong self-control.

But tolerating her did not mean bottomless indulgence.

He couldn’t possibly go against everything he has ever said to Qin Xing, things he told him repeatedly that he was not allowed to do.

“If you can’t sleep, I have melatonin,” he added.

If one could avoid taking medicine, one should, of course, try not to take it.

Jian Hang was not discouraged, “Playing games is just like drinking alcohol. Drinking too much can harm your health. Drinking two tael occasionally can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which is good for the body and mind.”

Qin Moling: “…”

He didn’t want to argue with her, “Jian Hang, I don’t mean to make you unhappy. If it’s anything else, I would offer to help you without you having to say anything.”

“I’m just talking casually. It’s only that I’ve been playing that game account for several years, and I’m a little reluctant to let it go.” After a pause, Jian Hang said, “It’s nothing, it’s just a game account.”

Qin Moling was unmoved, but his voice was calm, “Can you sleep? You have to get up early to put on makeup tomorrow.”

Reminded that she would have to put on makeup tomorrow for the photoshoot, Jian Hang couldn’t help but worry about how her face would look tomorrow. If she stayed up all night, no matter how thick the foundation was, it wouldn’t be able to cover up the paleness on her face. She turned on the light.

Qin Moling looked at her, “What are you doing?”

Jian Hang said, “Looking for melatonin.”

Qin Moling sat up and said, “You don’t have to get up, I’ll get it.”

Jian Hang also had melatonin, “You go and sleep.” She pointed to the seat on the other side of the room, “I have it in my bag.”

Qin Moling had already gotten out of bed. He took out the medicine, poured a glass of warm water, and walked over.

She pinched the pills directly from his palm; Qin Moling put the glass of water up to her mouth at the appropriate time.

Jian Hang was not used to being fed water, so she took the water glass herself and drank a few sips to get the medicine to go down.

The night Zhong Yanfei organized that banquet, she had to go to the hospital for an infusion. The pain in her stomach was so bad that her clothes were drenched with sweat. When she thought she couldn’t bear the pain anymore, she had an unrealistic and absurd idea: perhaps Qin Moling would suddenly appear before her, even though she was in Suzhou.

But, of course, she knew that he was abroad.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

After taking the medicine, Jian Hang lay down to sleep. After dozing for several dozens of minutes, the feeling of being trapped slowly swept over her, and her consciousness gradually became chaotic.

Before going to bed, her mind was filled with the unfortunate state of her gaming, so much so that when she slept, her dreams were also related to her game.

In the dream, she kept running with a weapon in hand, sometimes she was in the valley, sometimes on the island, sometimes climbing over the wall and onto the roof of someone’s house. Anyway, she was so tired but she still kept running and couldn’t stop no matter what.

There was yet another wall in front of her. She used  up all her strength to finally climbed up the wall. Just as she wanted to jump down, her vision went dark.

Jian Hang woke up from her dream with a startle.

The sofa was not spacious enough, and she almost fell off.

In the darkness of the bedroom, Jian Hang sat up. Her dream just now was too real. Her movements were sluggish from sleep.

It was two o’clock in the morning. Qin Moling, who seemed to be asleep, was woken up.

He turned his head and looked towards the sofa. Afraid of scaring her with a sudden noise, he first turned on the bedside lamp.

Jian Hang apologized, “I must have woken you up.”

“No. I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” Qin Moling asked, “You already took the medicine, why are you still awake?”

Jian Hang told him the truth, “I had a dream, and I suddenly woke up with a fright. I almost slipped off the sofa.” After saying that, she felt that it was inappropriate. She shouldn’t have said the last sentence.

Qin Moling got out of bed and walked over, “You go to bed and sleep there.”

Jian Hang refused, “No need. I already slept a little, and I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“It’s only a liittle after two o’clock, it’s still early.” Qin Moling knew what her temper was like, and knew it would be useless to talk. He bent over, put one arm around her waist, hooked the other through the crook of her legs, and picked her up in a horizontal carry.

He only intended to touch her through her clothes, but the skirt of her nightgown was not long enough, and the back of her thighs pressed directly on his arm.

He couldn’t tell whose body heat warmed whom.

Jian Hang didn’t expect that he would suddenly force her to sleep on the bed, but she didn’t object to being carried by him. She was in his arms, and she could see his beautiful skin up close once again.

To say that she didn’t have any unruly thoughts about him would be to deceive herself.

What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one who was having unruly thoughts.

Qin Moling’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly. He felt the pull, but he was not willing to force a woman who didn’t want to sleep with him.

He strode to the bedside with her in his arms and put her on the bed. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.” He turned off the bedside  lamp.

Taking advantage of the light from the terrace, he lay down on the sofa. After calming down for a moment, he pulled the quilt over himself.

Why did he carry her like that just now?

After thinking for a long time, she couldn’t think of a reason.

Jian Hang kept holding her breath—a faint but undeniable scent of Qin Moling was all over the pillows and quilt.

Qin Moling lay on his side with his eyes closed, trying to empty his mind and not think about anything.

At half past four in the morning, the two of them woke up at around the same time.

Neither of them had slept well.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: The title means ‘throbbing’ or ‘pounding’, specifically of one’s heart. It could be from fear, nervousness, excitement, desire. Or even the first signs of falling in love ❤️

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Chapter 32.2 — Accelerated Heartbeat
Chapter 32.3 — Accelerated Heartbeat
Chapter 33.1 — Unforgettable
Chapter 33.2 — Unforgettable
Chapter 33.3 — Unforgettable