I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan cursed himself inwardly for what he had done; his current strength was at least B-level.

Having practiced swordsmanship with Pei Zhanyue for so long, he laid a solid foundation in ancient martial arts and became much stronger than the average person.

The result was that even a girl who had just woken up from a coma couldn't break free. Who would believe that if I told them? Even he himself didn't believe it.

It wasn't that he lacked strength, but rather that he dared not use too much force, fearing he might hurt her or cause her pain.

Her arms were so thin, her bones so delicate, her skin so thin. If he really used force, wouldn't he break her bones?

If he were to break the bones of someone he had just saved, that old fox Chen Sinian would surely fight him to the death.

Gu Yan gritted her teeth and tried again, this time using seven-tenths of her strength, but the result was still the same, she didn't budge.

Cecilia's arms were wrapped around him like iron hoops, and her fingers hooked his belt.

He gave up struggling helplessly, breathing heavily, his back against the carved wooden board at the head of the bed.

All he could do was watch Cecilia's slightly trembling eyelashes, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her to open her eyes.

The wait was short, only a few seconds, but Gu Yan felt as if several years had passed.

The clock on the wall ticked away, each tick striking his heart with a crisp yet muffled sound.

Those icy blue eyes finally opened slowly, like two long-sealed windows being pushed open.

At first, her eyes were unfocused and unfocused; she didn't know where she was or who the person in front of her was.

Her gaze slowly focused, from far to near, from blurry to clear, like a camera lens adjusting its focus.

She saw a face, so close that she could see the curve of his eyelashes.

You can see that his pupils are deep black, reflecting your own image: white hair and blue eyes.

Gu Yan saw those icy blue eyes staring at her, and they suddenly became round, big, and bright.

Then extreme astonishment appeared on her face, as if she had seen a ghost or been stabbed in the back.

His icy blue eyes were filled with disbelief; his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, then slowly dilated.

Her mouth opened and closed slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, unable to squeeze out a single word.

The look of astonishment vanished from her face immediately, replaced by intense shame and anger that burned quickly.

That shame and anger didn't build up slowly; it surged up instantly like a volcanic eruption, and there was no way to stop it.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, as red as iron that had just been heated, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Her face turned red from her ears to her neck, and from her neck to her exposed shoulders and delicate collarbones.

His icy blue eyes were filled with fury, a fury so intense it seemed to burn, bright and hot enough to set a person ablaze.

She opened her mouth but made no sound, but Gu Yan read her lip movements—it was a single word.

"you."

It's just one word, but it contains so much: why you're here, and what you did to me.

Why did you hug me? What did you do while I was unconscious? There are several more questions and exclamation marks.

Gu Yan opened her mouth to explain, but found her throat was as dry as if it had been sanded.

He couldn't utter a single word, and could only stare blankly at her. The two of them just stared at each other, dumbfounded.

Cecilia's hands were still around his back, her fingers still gripping his shoulder blades, not letting go.

She was so embarrassed and angry that she forgot to let go, but now that she realizes it, she doesn't want to let go too quickly, afraid of appearing flustered.

But it didn't tighten any further; it just stood there, frozen, the muscles in its arm taut and as hard as stone.

The two looked at each other, one surprised and embarrassed, the other innocent and awkward, and the air seemed to freeze.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the two people and casting their shadows on the wall and the silk sheets.

The shadows are connected, like a person split in two, or like two people stuck together.

Seeing Cecilia's face filled with shame and indignation, Gu Yan quickly lowered her voice and said something, her throat as dry as if she had sandpaper in her mouth.

"Don't make a sound, let me explain. It's not what you think. I'm here to save you."

He tried to stand up, supporting himself on the mattress, but his wrist slipped and he hit the carved wooden headboard again, falling back into Cecilia's arms.

The girl's body stiffened abruptly as that warm, soft touch enveloped him again, her white hair tickling his neck like feathers brushing against his skin.

The worst part was that his chest was pressed right against her most sensitive spot, and his warmth was directly transmitted through her thin nightgown and shirt.

Cecilia's body, already sensitive from just waking up from her coma, felt a tingling sensation surge from her chest throughout her body as quickly as an electric current when she was pressed down like that.

She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into her soft flesh, but a very soft, delicate moan still escaped from deep in her throat.

The sound was very soft, like a cat's meow or a sigh, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in the quiet room.

Outside the door, Chen Sinian had just said, "Don't make a sound, it will disturb Master Gu," when the corridor became so quiet that you could hear heartbeats and birdsong from the distant garden.

Uncle Fu had sharp ears; the soft hum drifted through the thick wooden door and into his ears, as clear as a pin dropping.

His cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened and closed, and the expression on his face was extremely interesting, like he had swallowed a live fly.

He muttered to himself, his voice so low it was like a mosquito's hum, but Chen Sinian next to him could still hear him clearly.

"Is Master Gu really that skilled? He just cured Miss and he's already in such a hurry. You really can't judge a book by its cover. I never would have guessed."

Chen Sinian turned his head and glared fiercely at Uncle Fu. His gaze was like a blade scraping across his face, cold and sharp.

Uncle Fu shrank back, quickly lowered his head, and dared not utter another sound. His fingers gripped the edge of the tray so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Fu Wanqing stood by the door, her ears even sharper than Uncle Fu's. She caught the words "so fierce" and the soft humming without missing a single word.

She paused for a moment, her amber eyes first filled with doubt, like mist rising on a lake, then slowly turning into disbelief.

His complexion changed from fair to pink, then from pink to ashen, as if a palette had been overturned, with all sorts of colors mixed together.

She didn't give Chen Sinian and Uncle Fu any time to react. She suddenly pushed the door open with such force that the door panel bounced back.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling everyone in the corridor. Uncle Fu almost dropped the tray he was carrying.

Chen Sinian and Uncle Fu exchanged a glance, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads at the same time, beads of sweat rolling down their wrinkles, but they didn't dare to go in.

What if my daughter isn't dressed properly? What if she sees something she shouldn't? How will I face her afterward? How will I hold my head high in front of her?

If they saw their daughter disheveled, given her personality, she probably wouldn't speak a word to them for at least six months.