Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 49: Wen, who does he carry with him? Whom does he intend to use it on?

Chi Yige rummaged through the medicine box and took out a thermometer; the fever was 37 degrees Celsius.

When Wen Jinnian pulled out the fever-reducing patch from the bottom of the box, she frowned in a daze and raised her hand to tear it off as soon as she put it on.

Chi Yige swiftly grabbed her wrist, and the woman let out a dissatisfied sob.

Helpless, he went around to the other side of the bed and grabbed both of her wrists.

Five minutes later, Wen Jinnian's fingers gradually loosened and stopped being tense.

The sleeping person was as quiet as a curled-up cat, with eyelashes casting small shadows under their eyes, and their cheeks, which had been flushed from a low-grade fever, had faded a bit.

He tried to reach out and turn off the bedside lamp. As soon as darkness crept in, Wen Jinian frowned uneasily, turned over in the blankets, and her breathing became rapid.

Chi Yige immediately turned on the bedside lamp again, and the warm yellow light enveloped the bed once more. Only then did she relax her brows and slowly drift into a peaceful sleep.

He took a pillow and placed it on the headboard, then sat down against it, his gaze never leaving her face.

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When Wen Jinian opened her eyes again, she was stunned.

The morning light slanted through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the profile of the man leaning against the pillow.

His closed eyelashes cast a small shadow, and his usually playful or affectionate eyes were now quiet and reserved. His porcelain-like face was more dazzling than she could remember.

How could a man be so fair-skinned, even though she thought she was fair-skinned too?

As if possessed, she raised her hand to touch that high, straight nose, but before her fingertips could even touch it, the other person suddenly turned their head away.

With a deft touch, the hand that was placed on her waist...

Wen Jinnian lost her balance and fell forward, landing in his arms. As she hurriedly tried to get up, her hand landed squarely on the man's crotch.

The two remained locked in a tense, ambiguous position.

The man let out a muffled groan, a sound of gritted teeth.

"Wen Jinnian, this is the second time. Do you really like catching things?"

But the husky, deep voice of a man who had just woken up was right next to her ear, the last syllable trembling with sleepiness, yet also exuding a captivating sexiness.

She then realized that her palm was pressed on a dangerous area.

She let out a scream and looked up to meet the man's deep, dark eyes.

"You're a pervert."

Wen Jinian let go, her face turning bright red.

The warmth of that spot still seemed to linger in my palm.

“Wen, this is a normal man’s reaction,” the man continued with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he wrapped his long arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.

Her face was pressed against his strong chest, and to her surprise, his heart was beating very fast.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll take a nap a little longer," the man said in a low voice, as if he were pleading with her.

Wen Jinian struggled to get up, but he held her even tighter.

The man's warm breath brushed against the back of her ear as he spoke, his voice like melting dark chocolate, so rich and mellow it made her legs weak.

"I took care of you until midnight...you had a low-grade fever last night," the man explained.

"I...I had a fever yesterday?" she asked in surprise, her body stiffening in his arms, too afraid to move.

After a long silence, she heard a long, steady breath above her head.

Wen Jinian raised her hand to touch her forehead, her fingertips brushing against the edge of the fever-reducing patch that had curled up. The cool, adhesive feel contrasted sharply with the warmth of the man's embrace, yet her heart pounded uncontrollably in her chest.

So he took care of her until midnight last night.

Wen Jinnian listened to his heart pounding, and for the first time, she fell asleep on the man's chest.

Wen Jinian was awakened by a familiar scent.

I sniffed and opened my eyes, and there was a familiar croissant hanging in front of me.

Before I could even react, that handsome face with its sharp features came into view, and the tenderness in his eyes was simply irresistible.

"Go wash up quickly, we queued for ages to buy this."

He shook the object in his hand.

Wen Jinnian propped herself up and glanced at the various breakfasts laid out on the table, her ears inexplicably burning.

She frantically tugged at her wrinkled skirt and ran barefoot toward the bathroom.

"The slippers are at the foot of the bed."

Chi Yige's voice came from behind.

She stumbled into her slippers and practically fled into the bathroom. Only after the door slammed shut did the pounding of her heart begin to subside. What a terrible thing to do!

So gentle that Wen Jin Nian felt a momentary flutter and waver.

A few minutes later, Wen Jinian sat down at the dining table as if nothing had happened and ate a croissant.

The croissants are especially sweet today.

My gaze fell on the snow-white glutinous rice balls on the bag.

Pinch the soft, glutinous dumpling between your fingertips and take a gentle bite; the familiar sweetness spreads across your tongue.

I glanced up casually and saw that there was only half a cup of soy milk left on the table opposite, with water droplets clinging to the inside of the cup.

Looking down the rim of the glass, the man beside the sofa had his eyes downcast and focused, his long fingers tapping rapidly on his phone screen, while the laptop on his lap emitted a cold, bluish light.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the top of the man's hair with gold.

The unbuttoned shirt collar rose and fell with his breath, subtly outlining the contours of his firm chest muscles.

His slightly furrowed brows, focused profile, and the sensual lines subtly revealed in the light and shadow exude a powerful sexual tension.

Wen Jinnian picked up the soy milk beside her and took a small sip, feeling a warm sensation in her throat.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and asked, "Dr. Chi, aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

Chi Yige looked up. The woman opposite him had a ring of milky white soy milk stains on the corner of her lips, like a flower petal covered with a thin layer of frost.

He paused for a moment, then walked around the table and sat down opposite her, pulling out a tissue to gesture to her.

As she leaned forward, I gently wiped her mouth, which was still wet with soy milk, with a tissue between my fingertips.

Wen Jinnian's ears turned red, and she awkwardly accepted the tissue he offered. The moment their fingertips touched, a tingling sensation, like an electric current, shot from their fingertips to her heart.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "Thank you."

The other person smiled, their gaze seemingly burning hot as they stared intently at her: "Wen, do you know that your shyness makes it even easier for someone to commit a crime?"

Wen Jinnian suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with anger, "This...this is morning!"

"Morning is fine too."

He raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading across his eyes, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread in the morning light.

Wen Jinian was seething with anger, but early in the morning she forced herself to put on a docile act, taking small bites of the glutinous rice ball.

A teasing voice suddenly floated down from above: "So, Wen, you mean tonight is fine?"

She choked suddenly, the glutinous rice ball she had just swallowed stuck in her throat, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She frantically grabbed a swig of soy milk, her eyes still glistening with tears as she looked up, her voice trembling: "Dr. Chi, are you trying to kill me?! I never imagined that the dignified young master of the Chi family would learn such seductive tricks from somewhere."

The other person rested their chin on one hand, a smile playing in their eyes: "Because I'm eager to learn."

He excels at applying what he learns immediately.

Wen Jinnian took a tissue to wipe her mouth, then stood up and looked down at the person who was eating with their head down.

He held a corner of the croissant between his fingertips, his movements slow and deliberate, with a touch of arrogance.

Taking a small bite, the movement of his Adam's apple exudes an innate elegance.

He was completely different from the person who stood on the street with a conflicted look on his face that time.

He was meant to be this way; every movement he made was a result of the refinement and composure ingrained in him from a privileged upbringing.

We're not from the same world.

Wen Jinian chuckled awkwardly.

"Dr. Chi, you should practice your mouth-wiping technique. It's nowhere near as good as flirting."

Chi Yige paused, a meaningful chuckle escaping his throat.

Wen Jinnian turned to walk towards the door, but he pushed aside his chair and took the lead, his long fingers already hooking the bag she had left on the bedside table.

"Wen, you've left something behind."

He gestured with his bag, his voice tinged with amusement.

Wen Jinnian turned around and yanked on the bag strap, pulling too hard, causing the contents of the bag to scatter.

Immediately afterwards, a condom box with gold foil patterns fell straight onto the carpet.

The air solidified instantly.

Chi Yige's gaze was fixed on the ground, and when he looked up, a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes.

"Wen, who do you plan to use this on?"

(End of this chapter)