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Watching Sang Huan rush in like a cannonball, the man couldn't help but touch his nose and swallow back the words "Brother Ye is fine."

He touched his nose, and wisely reached out to quietly close the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Song Ye had been lying in his hospital bed preparing when he received news of Sang Huan's arrival, but he did not expect Sang Huan's reaction to be so strong.

As soon as she rushed in, tears streamed down her face. Her pitiful appearance broke his heart, and he couldn't care less about any self-pity.

He quickly sat up to comfort him, but when he raised his hand, he accidentally aggravated the injury in his waist and abdomen, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan.

Hearing his movement, Sang Huan quickly raised her hand with tears in her eyes and grabbed his hand.

"You're still injured, don't move."

The delicate, warm touch on the back of his hand made Song Ye's eyes light up.

This was the first time Sang Huan had ever touched him on her own initiative!

He lowered his eyes, feigning a weak smile, "It's alright, it's just a minor injury, Huanhuan, don't worry."

As he spoke, his large hand quietly grasped the girl's small hand and held it in his palm, a subtle pleasure quietly emerging in the depths of his eyes.

Sang Huan, preoccupied with worry about his injuries, didn't notice any of this. Her eyes, filled with mist, held an unconcealable heartache. She reached out her other hand, her slender, beautiful fingertips carefully touching the area wrapped in bandages.

"How come you're so badly injured after only a few days?"

"There's a big fish hiding behind Li Yang. I've been here for the past few years to catch him, and this is the perfect opportunity to catch him."

The other party didn't expect to be targeted. He even had a weapon hidden on his person before being captured. Fortunately, Song Ye reacted quickly, otherwise, he wouldn't be the only one who would have been injured.

Sang Huan pursed her lips. She knew how important this matter was, but she was more concerned about Song Ye's injuries.

"Hmm... So, how serious is the injury? How long will it take to recover?"

"It'll take about two weeks, Huanhuan. Are you worried about me?"

His intense gaze was fixed on the girl, and the deep affection within it made Sang Huan suddenly realize that she had lost her composure because of her concern.

She pursed her lips, her eyes darting away in a panic, avoiding his gaze. Realizing her hand was still being held, she quickly tried to pull it back.

Song Ye didn't want to give her another chance to dodge, so he pulled her into his arms with force.

Unexpectedly, he was injured but still dared to be so presumptuous. Caught off guard, Sang Huan fell backward.

Worried that she might press on his wound, Sang Huan hurriedly braced herself on the hospital bed with her hands to prevent an accident from happening.

As a weight lifted from her shoulders, a surge of anger welled up inside her. She looked up, her usually gentle and delicate face unusually flushed with rage. Her beautiful brows furrowed, and her eyes were filled with annoyance as she looked at him.

"Song Ye! Are you out of your mind?!"

"All I need is a wife."

Song Ye smoothly responded, his tone extremely natural.

"you!"

Sang Huan was even angrier, but with her hands on either side of the man's body, facing him face to face, this position was somewhat uncomfortable.

She was about to get up and argue with Song Ye when the man beneath her suddenly sat up straight.

Sang Huan panicked and tried to back away, but the man's large hand gripped her waist tightly, lifting her up as if she were a rag doll.

Her legs were forcefully spread apart by the man's knees, forcing her into a half-kneeling position, pressing down on top of him.

"Song Ye! What did you post... um..."

The familiar movements and familiar scent rushed towards her, and before Sang Huan could speak, the man swallowed her words.

The man gripped her delicate, white nape tightly, his fierce and forceful intrusion stealing her breath and sweetness.

The girl tried to push the man away with her fair and slender hands, but her gentle strength was completely ineffective.

Even in the end, exhausted, she could only place her hand on the man's hard, tanned arm to catch her breath.

"Huanhuan, you're worried about me, which means you care about me too. Don't hide anymore, will you marry me?"

Sang Huan's body went limp from his kisses, her eyelashes were soaked with moisture, her long, thick eyelashes stuck together in clumps, and her delicate brows furrowed.

It's as delicate as a little rose, making you want to crush it in your palm and let its juice soak into your fingertips...

Song Ye's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the darkness in his eyes deepened. He didn't give the girl a chance to breathe. He cupped her small face in his large hands and leaned closer, his voice low and husky.

"I've taken care of all the things you were worried about. Now we can be together properly. Huanhuan, you can't run away anymore. If you still don't want to..."

His tone carried a hint of danger, "Then I'll just bring the gifts and go to Aunt Sang's house in person to have a talk."

Sang Huan hadn't even caught her breath when she heard his words, and her expression immediately changed, her watery peach blossom eyes filled with disbelief.

"No!"

She still refused.

Song Ye's lips drooped slightly, and his eyes grew increasingly dangerous.

"Why don't you want to?" The hand holding the girl's waist slowly moved. "Huanhuan, you and I have already done that kind of thing. That night, here—"

His palm stopped on the girl's soft lower abdomen, and he pressed down slightly. He chuckled softly, leaned close to the girl's ear, and spoke in a low, husky voice.

"You said at the time that the price increase was very uncomfortable."

In an instant, Sang Huan's face turned bright red. "Song Ye!"

"I'm telling the truth. After all those times that night, you might already be carrying our baby, Huanhuan. Do you really want to take my baby and marry someone else?"

"you!"

Am I wrong?

He smiled, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Sang Huan bit her lip in annoyance, and not knowing how to retort, she simply turned her head away and refused to look at him.

The two remained locked in a tense standoff for a moment, and an eerie silence fell over the atmosphere. In the end, Song Ye couldn't take it anymore and gave in first.

"I'm sorry, I went too far. Huanhuan, please don't be angry."

Sang Huan kept her head down and ignored everyone, so Song Ye reached out and took the girl's hand, softening his tone.

"But Huanhuan, I want to marry you not because of that incident, but because I genuinely like you and want to be your husband, that's why I said that."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Sang Huan's expression had relaxed somewhat, so he pressed on.

"Besides, I can feel that you care about me too, otherwise you wouldn't have rushed over to see me so anxiously when you heard I was injured. Huanhuan, don't be afraid, you can tell me directly if you have any concerns. If you don't want to get married, we can date first, and you can give me a formal title when you're ready, okay?"

He adopted a very humble posture, and his eyes held an almost subservient plea when he looked at her.

Sang Huan stared at him for a moment, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes again. Time passed by, and just as Song Ye's mood was about to plummet to rock bottom.

A barely audible "hmm" reached his ears, like a pebble suddenly falling onto a calm lake, instantly lifting his spirits! He couldn't help but smile!