It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

The air inside the carriage felt frozen.

Nan Yan huddled in the corner of the back seat, her body damp and cold, but she couldn't resist the surging heat within her.

The effects of the medication hadn't worn off yet, and her consciousness was constantly shifting between lucidity and confusion.

Wei Xun's gloomy profile looked particularly frightening under the dim car lights.

Nan Yan dared not speak, and could only bite her lip tightly, silently fighting against the strange discomfort in her body.

The car sped along and soon entered the underground parking garage of Huayao Mansion.

Wei Xun turned off the engine, got out of the car, went around to the back seat, and opened the door.

Before Nan Yan could react, she reached out and dragged him out of his seat.

Nan Yan's legs buckled, and she almost fell.

His wet shirt clung to his skin, making him shiver from the cold.

Wei Xun didn't give him a chance to stand up; he bent down and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

"what……"

Nan Yan's chest pressed against Wei Xun's back, and she could clearly feel his taut muscles, rapid breathing, and barely suppressed anger.

He dared not struggle, and could only obediently rest on Wei Xun's shoulder, not daring to shed a tear.

Wei Xun's steps were heavy, and he remained silent throughout.

Back at the villa, Wei Xun went straight upstairs, opened the bathroom door of the master bedroom, and threw Nan Yan, who was on his shoulder, directly into the bathtub.

With a "thud," Nan Yan fell onto the smooth bottom of the bathtub, letting out a muffled groan of pain. He looked up at Wei Xun, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

Wei Xun rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms, his face still cold.

He walked to the bathtub, turned on the hot water tap, and scalding hot water gushed into the tub, quickly overflowing the bottom.

"Take it off," he said.

Nan Yan paused for a moment, then hesitantly raised her hand to unbutton her shirt.

His fingers were still trembling, and his movements were clumsy.

Wei Xun grew impatient, bent down, grabbed his shirt, and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying.

Nan Yan flinched in fright, but Wei Xun didn't stop. He continued tearing and quickly ripped the ill-fitting shirt off Nan Yan and threw it on the ground.

Then, he picked up the mouthwash cup next to him, filled it with some warm water, pinched Nan Yan's chin, and forced him to open his mouth: "Rinse your mouth."

Nan Yan was forced to hold the water in her mouth and rinsed her mouth haphazardly a few times.

But Wei Xun continued to fetch water, pressing his head down to make him rinse his mouth.

Just as he was about to spit out the water, Wei Xun pinched his cheek and forced him to swallow some.

He coughed, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Wei Xun acted as if he hadn't seen anything, picked up the shower gel, and began mechanically bathing Nan Yan.

His movements were venting, and he used considerable force, rubbing Nan Yan's skin until it turned red.

Nan Yan dared not resist and could only let him do as he pleased.

The steam from the hot water blurred Wei Xun's expression and intensified the heat in Nan Yan's body, making her cheeks flush red as if they were about to bleed.

After taking a shower, Wei Xun turned off the tap, picked up a large bath towel from the side, and wrapped it around Nan Yan's body, like rolling a spring roll, covering him completely except for his head.

Then he bent down, picked Nan Yan up from the bathroom, and threw her onto his big bed.

The mattress was very soft, and Nan Yan bounced a little when she fell on it.

He was wrapped in a bath towel and subconsciously tried to shrink into the corner of the bed, but before he could move, Wei Xun grabbed his foot.

"Still trying to escape?" Wei Xun's voice was deep.

Nan Yan froze, too afraid to move, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Seeing him cry, Wei Xun felt his anger subside somewhat, leaving only a complex mix of emotions.

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, quickly returned with a first-aid kit, and placed it by the bedside.

Then he bent down, grabbed Nan Yan's foot, straightened his leg, and placed it on his own lap.

Nan Yan's feet were covered in wounds, red and swollen, with broken skin and bleeding.

Wei Xun opened the medicine box, took out iodine and cotton swabs, dipped some iodine in it, and applied it directly to the wound.

"hiss--"

The iodine stung the wound, causing Nan Yan to gasp in pain and cry out, "It hurts... sir, it hurts..."

"Bear with it." Wei Xun's voice remained icy. "You'll feel the pain soon enough."

Nan Yan was so frightened that she dared not make a sound and could only clutch the bath towel tightly to her body.

But gradually, Wei Xun's movements became gentler and gentler.

He carefully removed the stone embedded in the wound and then disinfected it little by little with iodine.

Throughout the entire process, he remained silent, his face turned to the side, making it impossible for Nan Yan to see his expression.

After treating the wound on her foot, Wei Xun did not let go, still holding Nan Yan's ankle.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "I didn't abandon you."

Nan Yan froze, tears welling in her eyes, staring blankly at Wei Xun's retreating figure.

"I was too harsh tonight," Wei Xun's voice lowered further. "I shouldn't have said those things, and I definitely shouldn't have hit you."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "You can't leave me. This is your home, I'm not kicking you out."

Nan Yan's tears fell again, this time from grievance, relief, and a hint of disbelief.

He opened his mouth, then choked out, "Sir..."

"I didn't know they gave you an injection." Wei Xun's tone was full of regret. "I misunderstood you. I shouldn't have said that to you."

Then, suddenly, with a snap, the cotton swab in his hand broke, and iodine dripped onto the sheet, spreading into a small brown stain.

Wei Xun gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "But you can't...you can't just pick someone up on the street..."

"Sir, I was wrong." Nan Yan quickly admitted her mistake.

Wei Xun turned around abruptly, his eyes dangerous.

He reached out his right hand, grabbed Nan Yan's chin, and forced him to look directly into his eyes: "Huh? You're wrong? What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have gone with just anyone..." Nan Yan's voice trembled.

Wei Xun tightened his grip, pinching Nan Yan's chin until it ached: "What did you and him do?!"

"I..." Nan Yan's face flushed red instantly.

"Speak!" Wei Xun's tone grew even more ferocious, his eyes blazing with fury that seemed to devour Nan Yan. "How far have you gone?"

"We...we kissed." Nan Yan managed to utter a few words with difficulty.

"Where did you kiss me?" Wei Xun pressed, his breath becoming hot as it sprayed onto Nan Yan's face.

"We...we kissed..." Nan Yan's voice was barely audible, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

"If I hadn't come, would you have kissed me somewhere else?!" Wei Xun's voice suddenly rose, his hand gripping Nan Yan's chin tightened, his eyes filled with jealousy and possessiveness.

"...Sir, I was wrong. I will definitely do it next time..."

Wei Xun scoffed lightly: "Definitely what?"

Nan Yan swallowed hard: "I will... endure it."

Wei Xun raised his hand and wiped away Nan Yan's tears with his fingertips, warning, "Even if you can't help it, you can only beg me. You're not allowed to go to anyone else. Do you hear me!"

Nan Yan nodded quickly: "I heard you, sir..."

"What did you hear? Repeat it!" Wei Xun persisted.

Nan Yan sniffed and said, "Next time if I can't help myself, I'll beg you... I can only beg you."

Wei Xun's gaze softened, and his fingertips gently caressed his cheek.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Has the medicine worn off yet?"

Nan Yan was wrapped in a bath towel, his body still burning hot. He could clearly feel the temperature of Wei Xun's fingertips and his own accelerated heartbeat.

He shook his head nervously, his voice barely audible: "Not yet... but I promise I'll hold back, sir."

Wei Xun's left hand had been holding Nan Yan's ankle, and now his fingers were slowly sliding upwards along the ankle.

Warm fingertips brushed against delicate skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Nan Yan's body tensed instantly, and she couldn't help but groan.

"Can you resist?" Wei Xun's voice was low and husky, with a hint of seduction.

Continue moving your fingers upwards, across your calf, and stop at your knee.

Nan Yan bit her lip and nodded, but her body was trembling uncontrollably.

His skin was already sensitive, and with the added effect of the medication, Wei Xun's touch sent shivers down his spine like an electric shock.

Wei Xun's left hand didn't stop; it continued to slide upwards, through the gap in the bath towel...

"Can you resist?" he asked again, his fingertips circling lightly over his skin.

Nan Yan's breathing became rapid, her lips were bitten until they turned red, and her eyes became glazed.

He shook his head, then nodded, his whole being in a state of confusion.

Looking at him like this, Wei Xun's desire grew stronger.

He leaned down and whispered in Nan Yan's ear: "What I said before, if you can't hold back, then what?"

Nan Yan's body trembled even more violently.

He murmured, "Please...please."

Wei Xun's lips curled up, and he gently pressed his fingertips against the man's skin, saying, "Very good, now you can beg me."