Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

"She misunderstood; I didn't explain."

The man replied truthfully.

Fu Sichen tilted his head to one side and remained silent.

I knew he wouldn't say such a thing, but deep down I still harbor some unrealistic hopes.

He held her in his arms, his hands still covering the corner of the blanket that had been loosened earlier, revealing her broad shoulders and delicate collarbones. Even though she was still fully covered, it was hard not to think about what she was doing.

Yu Shinan assumed she cared, but despite his many thoughts, he couldn't explain it to her.

"Give Han Yi a call; he should come and see you since you're sick."

I wanted to call her while she was asleep, but I didn't in the end; I asked for her opinion first.

"What are you going to do? If he comes over and sees this, he'll misunderstand me." Fu Sichen's curt reply shut him down.

Yu Shinan looked at her tired face, which was a little dull due to her illness, and even though he felt that her anger was unreasonable, he didn't say anything.

A little while later, the nurse came over and asked Yu Shinan to go with her.

The man simply picked the woman up and asked the nurse to hold the medicine bottle for her. She was being transferred in full view of everyone, like a critically ill patient who was completely unable to take care of herself.

Fu Sichen really wanted to shrink completely under the covers, but in the end, all she could cover herself with was his chest.

She pressed her face close to his, burying her head in the sand, as if if she didn't look out, no one else could see her.

The man's body heat burned her face through his clothes, but he held her firmly, bearing the doubts and stares of strangers for her.

An indescribable emotion welled up in my heart again.

It's no exaggeration to say that she grew up in a sweet environment. Her parents were strict with her character, but they were quite lenient in other aspects and didn't interfere much with her interests. As long as she didn't overstep the bounds and behaved properly, her parents didn't control her too much. She was very free, so she was always happy.

Her eldest and second eldest brothers shouldered more of the family's burdens, leaving her with the carefree and joyful experience of growing up.

People who don't lack love are also very sensitive to care and affection; she knew that Brother Nan treated her very well.

It always has been.

This kindness is more likely an older brotherly care, and has nothing to do with romantic love.

Even though she had known him longer, he liked Lin Yuanqing, perhaps because it was his first relationship, or perhaps because she missed the best stage for his romantic development due to her age.

She liked him so much, but hesitated because he was getting married and because Lin Yuanqing was pregnant, and dared not take that step for a long time.

That was her bottom line in life; no matter how much she liked someone, she couldn't disregard morality and ethics.

But what about him?

It wasn't because she approached Ruan Weiyue.

Why is that?

How could a complete stranger suddenly appear in his bed?

Fu Sichen felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to scratch him out of annoyance.

It's a man's inherent weakness to like pretty girls, but if he can like other women, why can't he like her?

A small beast with bared teeth and claws was stirring up her mind, making her increasingly agitated. Fu Sichen, in a fit of anger, suddenly opened his mouth and bit down.

Very hard.

She bit down on his chest.

Through his dark gray cotton T-shirt, her sharp teeth seemed to pierce his skin.

Yu Shinan paused in his steps. He looked down and could only see her small head, buried in his chest. He could only see the whorl of hair on the top of her head, but not her expression or movements.

It hurts, but it doesn't really hurt that much.

but……

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he swallowed the question he wanted to ask.

She might be annoyed that he didn't explain things clearly.

She likes to bite people when she's angry.

She had this habit since she was a child. She used to bite me all the time, on my arms and shoulders, biting me wherever she could, just like a small animal in its teething stage.

But she was young then, and since it didn't hurt or itch, she never took it seriously.

But now, as she bites him, even through her clothes, he seems to be able to trace the shape and feel of her lips against his skin.

It felt as if a fire was burning intensely from the tip of her sharp teeth, and her body muscles were consciously tensing up.

He tightened his arms around her.

But he didn't stop. His eyes burned with anger, but his face remained stern and calm. His gaze darted back and forth between the medicine bottle held by the nurse and her hand with the needle, confirming that there was no return of blood.

God knows, beneath this calm facade, the blood in his veins was practically boiling.

Fu Sichen knew how inappropriate her actions were, but she just couldn't help it... she just wanted to vent her anger on him, and she wanted him to be as unhappy as she was.

She bit him really hard; his muscles tensed up, and it must have really hurt.

But he didn't utter a single word.

So she felt a pang of regret for her immature behavior, and her teeth loosened.

She quietly looked up from his embrace and could only see his taut jawline, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he held her tightly and earnestly.

Fu Sichen's nose stung with tears, and she suddenly buried her face in his chest.

Unlike the previous distant, insincere leaning, this time he actually buried his face in it, the bone structure of his face tightly embedded in his skin.

"Brother Nan."

A very soft sound.

Yu Shinan wondered if he had misheard. He looked down and saw that she was just leaning against him without making any further movements.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Fu Sichen remained silent.

The nurse led the two to a rest room. "We really can't find a ward, and you weren't planning to stay here anyway. The head nurse said to use this place for now. It's close to the nurses' station, so just let us know if you need anything."

The nurse helped hang the IV drip and checked Fu Sichen's needle, saying, "Drip this medicine slowly, or it will hurt your veins."

"Okay, thank you." Yu Shinan said politely, "Thank you for your trouble."

Knowing that this was inconvenient for Fu Sichen, they found someone to help him find a private space.

Such a large, meticulous man, who was polite and courteous to doctors and nurses, was bound to attract goodwill.

The nurse chuckled, adjusting the drip rate as she teased Fu Sichen, "Feeling much better now?"

"Mm." Fu Sichen nodded. "Much better."

"When you first arrived, they were in such a rush, carrying you in wrapped in a blanket. The doctor was startled, thinking you were about to die," the nurse laughed. "Who would have thought it was just a fever and a cold? They practically carried you straight out of bed! You were wrapped up so tightly that your husband practically stared the doctor through the lungs to listen to your heart and lungs. You're such a precious baby."

Their playful banter made them seem like a married couple, even though their age difference was quite obvious. The way the man cared for her was truly enviable.

Fu Sichen's face turned completely red.

"No." Yu Shinan wanted to explain, but was afraid that if the misunderstanding continued, Si Chen would be unhappy.

"Brother Nan!"

Fu Sichen suddenly called out to him, cutting him off from his explanation.

The nurse glanced at the two of them, smiled, and left.

Yu Shinan placed her on the bed. "I didn't mean to make them misunderstand. I just didn't know how to explain it better." That's why he chose to remain silent.

Fu Sichen didn't say anything, but just wrapped the blanket around himself even tighter.

He touched her forehead with his palm again and, finding it wasn't so hot anymore, lowered his hand. "Still angry?"

Fu Sichen remained silent, looking awkward.

Yu Shinan reached out and ruffled her hair, then offered her his arm. "You can continue if you haven't had enough."

Fu Sichen looked up at him and met his lowered gaze.

She suddenly leaned forward and bit down.

This time, however, he didn't bite down deeply; his teeth fell and he pulled back, leaving only a soft imprint on his lips.

Fu Sichen pursed his lips. "I'm not angry."

Yu Shinan withdrew his arm and saw her drooping head and listless appearance, knowing that she must be feeling bad. "Don't think too much about it. Think about it when you're better and have more energy."

She didn't respond, and Yu Shinan wasn't really interested in hearing what she had to say.

He turned and walked out.

"where you go?"

Fu Sichen panicked. She was just wrapped in a blanket in her current state. What would she do if he left?

"There's a women's clothing store nearby, I'll go buy you some clothes to change into." Yu Shinan glanced at her IV drip. "I'll be right back. Watch the IV fluids yourself, and call the nurse to change them as soon as they run out."

"..."

Yu Shinan looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned around and left.

I wanted to ask her about her size. I could probably just estimate the size of her outer garment by looking at it, but what about the measurements for her inner garments…?

But I just couldn't bring myself to ask.

When Yu Shinan returned, he saw her obediently receiving an IV drip, and the last small bottle had already been changed.

Yu Shinan took a cup of hot soy milk, put the straw in place, and handed it to Fu Sichen. "Drink this. You didn't eat breakfast this morning, so you must be hungry."

Fu Sichen looked up at him. He was standing beside her, and she felt at ease even if he did nothing.

The more considerate he was to her, the more she couldn't help but want to hug him and ask him to cherish her even more.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't care about Han Yi at all.

But she cared about him.

Fu Sichen took the soy milk and held it in his hand, asking softly, "Brother Nan, does the injury on your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt? It hasn't been that long, Fu Sichen didn't believe him.

Seeing her disbelieving look, Yu Shinan chuckled, "It looks scary, but it's actually nothing."

"I'm sorry, Han Yi lost control a bit and didn't know his own strength." Fu Sichen felt sorry for Han Yi, who had gone too far.

However, she also knew that if she hadn't suddenly rushed over, Brother Nan would have been able to avoid it.

Ultimately, it all comes down to her.

She apologized on Han Yi's behalf, and Yu Shinan didn't know what to say.

This sense of distance—that she and Han Yi were husband and wife, one entity, and that she placed him among the outsiders—made him deeply realize that his desires were all unattainable.

The two stopped talking, and the only sound in the silence was the sound of her drinking soy milk through a straw.

Warm.

Sweet.

Fu Sichen was also hungry, and he quickly finished his cup of soy milk.

Yu Shinan took the cup and threw it into the trash can. He then handed Fu Sichen a paper bag that he had left aside when he came in. "Change your clothes after the IV drip is finished."

The bag was placed beside her. Fu Sichen glanced inside and immediately saw the cute pink strawberry-patterned dress. Her face turned red.

"Do you know my size?"

"I told the clerk your height and weight." The man's ears were unusually red. "Is that not okay? Should I take it to you to exchange it?"

Fu Sichen took it out and glanced at it. She pouted, "I'm not that small."

Yu Shinan, "..."

"Shall I go change it for you?"

"Need not."

Fu Sichen looked inside and saw a rather loose tracksuit.

"I want to change now."

The man responded and started to walk out, making room for her.

Fu Sichen stared at his retreating figure. "Brother Nan, you're leaving. How am I supposed to change?"

Yu Shinan suddenly turned around.

Fu Sichen looked at him innocently, "I'm getting an IV drip, so my left hand isn't convenient."

"There's still a little bit left to lose, then you can..."

"No, I want to change now, I need to go to the toilet." She stubbornly threw a tantrum.

Yu Shinan suggested finding a nurse to help, but Fu Sichen refused.

Yu Shinan's face also looked bad; he was a man.

"Close your eyes and don't look." Fu Sichen pursed his lips and muttered, "I'll be quick."

Yu Shinan didn't say anything, but instead locked the door from the inside.

The rustling sounds behind him seemed to be a spell, drilling into his mind, and even though his back was to her, he couldn't help but be affected.

His mind would unconsciously conjure up images of her body.

Fu Sichen does not deny that he acted intentionally.

The demons in my heart grew, driving me mad.

She changed her pants, slipped one arm into her smoky pink T-shirt, and then looked at the needle on the back of her other hand. Fu Sichen reached out and tugged at Yu Shinan, "Brother Nan, it's done..."

The moment Yu Shinan turned around, he froze, even forgetting that he could close his eyes immediately.

My scalp was throbbing so hard it made my head spin.

The T-shirt was in front of her, not even covering half of her body. Strawberry's little clothes were discarded because they didn't fit. She couldn't wear them on her other arm because she was on an IV drip. She said it was all right.

Yu Shinan felt the blood rush to his head, making his eyes red.

The fullness of her upper body made her slender waist appear even more delicate. He abruptly turned his face away, but his gaze couldn't shake off everything that had entered his eyes.

"It seems like this hand can't be fitted with it," Fu Sichen explained hesitantly.

The fingers gripping his arm trembled slightly.

A moment of reckless courage is followed by cowardice and shame.

Yu Shinan took the paper bag from the bed, took out a matching jacket from inside, and draped it over her shoulders. He half-squatted down to zip it up for her, but his squatting posture allowed him to see just the right amount of...

A light sheen of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, followed by a hissing sound.

Zip it up.

The man's fingers accidentally touched her bare skin, and Fu Sichen's body trembled slightly.

The zipper is zipped all the way up.

Yu Shinan controlled his numb and trembling fingers before finally fixing his gaze on her.

She looked like a girl who had lost both arms; the two sleeves of her sports jacket were empty, completely covering her up.

The two people looked into each other's eyes.

Fu Sichen looked at his tense, somewhat dark face and suddenly felt a pang of panic in her heart.

The word "Brother Nan" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

She knew she was being ridiculous; her ambition was utterly despicable and speechless.

Especially since Brother Nan didn't react at all.

It seems like she's still angry.

she……

Fu Sichen watched helplessly as he turned and left without a word.

The IV drip finished after half an hour.

After the needle was removed, Fu Sichen pressed the back of her hand, put on her clothes, and sat blankly on the bed in the rest room.

After a while, Yu Shinan came over, and you could smell a strong smell of smoke on him when he got close.

He was holding a bag of medicine. "If you don't want to get an injection, you can take the medicine."

The man's voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Sichen hummed in response, wanting to say something more but ultimately saying nothing.

The car took them back to the farm.

Fu Sichen went back to his room to rest and contacted Tao Xi to tell her that the part of the video about her could not be filmed.

"Tao Xi, I really can't film today. Use the footage you have first, and if it really doesn't work, we can reshoot it after I recover."

"There's nothing we can do about catching a cold. It's alright, don't worry about it, we'll take care of it." Tao Xi was quite understanding. "Are you leaving now?"

"Hmm." Now, immediately, right away.