After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

Shen Ruo waited for a long time but didn't feel the needle touch her lips, so she couldn't help but open one eye to peek.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Qi Wenshen staring at her face, his gaze somewhat unfocused, as if he were lost in thought.

His gaze was so deep and intense, it seemed to want to suck her whole being in.

A faint blush rose to Shen Ruo's face, and she called out softly, "Cousin?"

Qi Wenshen suddenly snapped back to his senses, his fingers paused for a moment, and he quickly adjusted his expression.

The cool and professional Dr. Qi is back, as if that moment of distraction had never happened.

"I'm going to choose."

"Mmm-hmm-hmm."

Shen Ruo quickly closed her eyes again and slightly raised her chin.

Qi Wenshen raised the needle again, but as soon as he reached out, Shen Ruo felt his approach and pulled back.

It wasn't intentional; it was just a natural bodily reaction.

Who wouldn't be scared when a needle tip is close to their lips?

Qi Wenshen frowned, hesitated for a second, and then reached out his left hand to gently support the back of her head.

The moment the warm fingertips touched the back of her head, Shen Ruo felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body going numb from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

His fingers were long and strong, with calluses on the pads.

These are marks left from years of handling a scalpel.

The rough texture of the thin cocoon contrasted wonderfully with her fine, soft hair, like sandpaper gently gliding across silk, evoking in her an indescribable, lingering affection.

Shen Ruo unconsciously snuggled closer to his hand, like a kitten finding a warm nest.

Qi Wenshen naturally had a faint minty scent.

There's another flavor, but I can't quite describe it.

It was probably Qi Wenshen's own aura, carrying a hint of masculine aggression.

Shen Ruo's breathing began to become unsteady.

She could feel his breath on her forehead, soft and almost imperceptible.

Each breath was like a feather, tugging at her heartstrings, one breath after another, each breath stirring up her fantasies.

Shen Ruo was in agony.

Cousin, can you hurry up and pick one? I can't take it anymore if you keep doing this.

Don't you, a handsome guy like you, know how much of a threat you have?

With those fingers touching the back of my head and our breaths mingling, how could I possibly stay calm?

If you don't hurry up, I'm going to pounce on you, believe it or not?

Shen Ruo urged him frantically in her heart, but on the surface she remained motionless, as obedient as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled more and more violently, her lips were slightly pursed, and her fingers were unconsciously twisted together on her knees.

She was genuinely afraid that she might act impulsively and lunge forward to bite those thin lips that were so close to hers.

Who cares about the original plot, who cares about the white moonlight heroine, who cares about being tortured afterward, let's kiss first.

Shen Ruo had even mentally rehearsed the entire process of her pouncing on him.

She suddenly opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and pressed her lips against his...

and then?

Then Qi Wenshen might freeze, then shove her away, coldly saying, "What are you doing?"

From then on, they avoided her like the plague, and all the torturous scenes from the original storyline began to unfold one by one...

Forget it, forget it, calm down, calm down.

"Cousin, can you hurry up? My neck is so tired."

Shen Ruo's voice was muffled, with a tremor that she herself didn't even realize.

She added in her mind: If you don't hurry up, I'm going to commit a crime.

I'm prepared for you to tear me apart afterward, but I don't want it to actually come to that.

Fortunately, Qi Wenshen finally made a move.

The needle tip landed precisely on the blister and gently pricked it.

"alright."

Qi Wenshen released his hand from the back of her head and took a step back.

As the warm, calloused sensation disappeared from the back of her head, Shen Ruo felt a pang of reluctance.

I spit on myself; I'm just saying one thing and meaning another.

She opened her eyes and saw Qi Wenshen wrapping up the used needles and throwing them into the trash can.

His expression was calm and composed, as if the long, ambiguous moment had never happened.

"alright?"

She asked cautiously, her tongue unconsciously licking the spot she had just poked.

Qi Wenshen rummaged through the medicine box. "It's just a small cut, don't worry about it. Just eat normally. But take this ointment and apply it after breakfast. It's a burn ointment and can prevent infection."

He took out a tube of ointment and handed it to her. Shen Ruo took it, and her fingertip accidentally touched his finger. They both paused for a moment, then pretended that nothing had happened.

"Thank you, cousin."

Shen Ruo felt her face getting hot.

"Um."

Qi Wenshen packed up the medicine box and put it back in its place.

Shen Ruo stood up from the chair, feeling her legs were a little weak, unsure whether it was from sitting for too long or from being too nervous.

As she walked out of the study, she glanced back.

Qi Wenshen was standing in front of the bookshelf, with his back to her.

What she couldn't see was that Qi Wenshen slowly raised his right hand to his eyes, his fingers slightly bent, his fingertips seemingly recalling the touch from just now, the soft person nestled in his palm.

With her eyes closed, her submissive demeanor was a true test of his self-control.

Qi Wenshen slowly clenched his fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Her lips are so soft to the touch; it must feel wonderful to kiss them.

he thinks.

Shen Ruo returned to her room, sat in front of the mirror, and patted her flushed face with both hands.

"Shen Ruo, wake up! You can't follow the same path as the original owner, who was a simp. You have to take it one step at a time."

But her heart was beating erratically, pounding incessantly.

She reached out and touched the back of her head, as if she could still feel the lingering warmth of his fingers.

"Qi Wenshen, do you even realize you've broken the rules?"

……

Shen Ruo had just changed into her nurse's uniform when Head Nurse Lin tossed her a letter.

"Shen Ruo, we have your complaint letter."

The word "complaint" on the envelope almost blinded her.

Shen Ruo: "??"

complaint?

She's incredibly dedicated to her job, okay?

She made a few minor mistakes in the first two days after transmigrating into the book, but that's all in the past. Now she can recite the three checks and seven rights fluently and handle IV drips and gas expulsions smoothly.

Who?

Which brainless bastard is jealous of her?

"The complaint was successfully recorded in my file, which is affecting my career development."

Head Nurse Lin adjusted her glasses, her tone businesslike.

Shen Ruo clutched the letter, her brows furrowed deeply.

bother.

Going to work is already annoying enough.

Transmigrating into a book is even more annoying.

Being a nurse is just one of the many troubles you face.

In the real world, she was a singer. If it weren't for maintaining the original character's persona, she would have quit the day after transmigrating into the book and gone back to her old profession: livestreaming. One livestream could earn her half a year's salary in tips.

Makes money fast, fans adore him, and he receives tons of gifts just for calling him "brother".

Who wants to do this kind of servant work?

Zhou Lan snatched the complaint letter away, "Let's see which bastard is so blind as to complain about you!"

She opened it, read it, and her expression turned strange.

It felt like someone had stuffed a lemon into my mouth; it was incredibly sour.

She also wanted a complaint letter like that.