After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

An uncontrollable fire burned the two of them thoroughly.

Anning felt a burning heat all over her body, yet also a sense of satisfaction she had never felt before.

As their breaths mingled, his burning palms rubbed against her slender waist, his fingertips gliding over her delicate waistline, and Lu Xiyan heard the deafening pounding of his own heart.

He possessed her inch by inch, as if he had lost his mind, as if he wanted to drown in her hot breath.

As if as punishment, he took her blood-red earlobe into his mouth and gently bit the red mole on it.

An Ning winced in pain, gasped softly, and shrank her neck, revealing her delicate collarbone as smooth and white as jade.

Then she chuckled softly, her hot breath brushing against his ear.

"What are you laughing at?"

He spoke, his voice hoarse and seductive, fueled by lust.

An Ning's misty gaze fell on his delicate face.

With deep-set brow bones, a high nose bridge, and a faint, small mole between the bridge of the nose and the center of the brow, the face seemed to come alive again.

She instinctively reached out to touch it, just like during their passionate early days, when she always loved to stroke his sexy little mole.

I tried to move my hands, but found that I had no strength at all; even moving my fingertips was difficult.

Suddenly, she tilted her head back, and her burning lips touched his brow.

I paused for two seconds and gave her a light kiss.

"It's true," she murmured softly.

The sensations are real, and the aches and pains in my body are real too.

It's not a dream.

She and Lu Xiyan are real.

She seemed to be talking nonsense; her eyes were hazy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin, her forehead and temples were damp.

Lu Xiyan leaned over her, raised his hand to brush away her wet hair, his fingertips gentle as he looked at her intently.

She was already this exhausted after just one time.

Of course, he didn't intend to torment her at this time.

She was still ill, and this one act of indulgence was already an out-of-control behavior that had led him astray from reason.

"Are you sleepy?" His voice was gentle as water. "Take a nap."

An Ning was so sleepy her mind was foggy, and she uttered a very soft voice, "west Yan..."

"Um."

"Have you agreed to get back together with me?"

She asked the question in a daze, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

Lu Xiyan looked at her, his eyes slightly darkening.

He actually had many questions he wanted to ask her.

Why did I suddenly regret it?

Is it genuine regret, or just another fling?

Or did she approach him with some other ulterior motive?

Does her talk of getting back together really count?

There were too many questions he hadn't yet asked.

He was both afraid of repeating the same mistakes and afraid of becoming strangers to her.

That's why this absurd affair happened.

"Want to know?"

His long, slender fingertips gently brushed across the tip of her nose, his fingertips tenderly tracing her crimson lips. "I'll tell you when you wake up."

There were many things he wanted to ask her when she was sober.

She closed her eyes slightly, and it was unclear whether she heard anything. She nodded slightly, and her breathing became hot and long.

Lu Xiyan raised his hand to touch her forehead; she had a low-grade fever.

He got up, tucked in the blanket, and went to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, having washed away the lingering scent of intimacy.

He walked to the bedside, scooped the person on the bed up and held them in his arms, then went into the bathroom and put them in the bathtub filled with warm water.

......

When the private doctor arrived, Anning's fever had already subsided.

She took the woman's temperature, checked her over, and then looked at the woman on the bed whose temperature was stable and whose skin was dry. Turning to the man beside the bed, she said, "It seems Mr. Lu has already used physical methods to cool this lady down. She's sweating it out, hasn't she?"

Lu Xiyan, dressed in a simple T-shirt and trousers, stood by the bed and resumed his usual aloof and elegant demeanor.

Sweating?

Recalling that sweaty, passionate encounter, his brow twitched almost imperceptibly. "It happened."

His voice was clear and calm, without any sign of emotion.

"That's good." The doctor packed his medicine kit. "As long as you sweat it out, the fever won't keep coming back. Make sure you stay warm and don't catch a cold during the rest of the night, and you should be fine by tomorrow."

Lu Xiyan nodded gently, "Thank you."

"Mr. Lu, you're too kind."

Just as the doctor was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and reminded him, "Mr. Lu, when a patient has a fever, it's best to... exercise restraint."

The doctor coughed lightly twice and said tactfully, "It's not good for a girl's health."

Lu Xiyan's cold eyes flickered slightly, and he hummed in response.

After the doctor left, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

His gaze fell on her fair neck, his fingertips parted the thin blanket, and his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

Fair neck, collarbone, below the collarbone...

Waist, lower abdomen...

Wherever his gaze fell, there were large patches of marks, conspicuous yet ambiguous on his snow-white skin.

No wonder the doctor gave me that reminder.

Remembering what the other person had said about keeping warm, he quickly adjusted the thin blanket and changed the room temperature.

Lying beside her, her breathing was light and even, with only one delicate eyebrow slightly furrowed.

He put his long arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

Lu Xiyan did not close his eyes, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

"Anning, how serious are you about me?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was soft and hoarse.

His fingertips unconsciously touched her brow. "What I want in a relationship is a lifetime, not just a few days, or even two or three years, and certainly not like a puppy that gets abandoned by its owner time and time again and waits for the other to come back..."

His arm around her shoulder suddenly tightened, and his lips pressed against her forehead. "Can you take responsibility?"

The person in his arms had just recovered from a fever, and after being tossed around by him, she was now fast asleep and completely unconscious, unable to hear his murmurs.

He chuckled softly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as he pulled her closer.

......

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, and the sky outside the window, which had been shrouded in darkness, gradually turned white.

As the white light filtered through the gaps in the light-colored curtains and into the room, Lu Xiyan's eyes remained clear as he looked at the person in his arms, without even changing his posture.

"Ding-dong!"

The brief notification tone sounded abruptly in the quiet bedroom in the early morning.

Lu Xiyan looked up and saw An Ning's phone screen light up.

The person in my arms was still fast asleep. Afraid that the sound of the phone would disturb her, I was about to turn it off when I suddenly looked at the text message that popped up on the lit screen.

The words "至君" (Zhi Jun) are too jarring.

Peeking at his phone was something he despised, but now, inexplicably, he took the phone.

He glanced at the person in his arms and opened the message.

You are prompted to enter a password.

With a slight frown, he instinctively tapped a few numbers with his fingertips.

He suddenly paused, the password was unlocked.

Her password was 0806, his birthday.

Same as four years ago.

Lu Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the text message.

His gaze swept over the lines of text, the warmth in his eyes gradually fading, becoming cold and deep.

The heat in his palm dissipated instantly.

He suddenly chuckled to himself. If he hadn't seen this text message, he would still be moved by a phone password.

The warmth in his eyes completely vanished.

He glanced at the person in his arms, then pulled his arm away and got out of bed.

He left the room without looking back.