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

Shen Ruo arrived home.

The light was left on inside.

She smiled, then lowered her lips.

The shoes of Qi Wenshen were placed in the entryway, indicating that he had returned.

But I didn't see anyone.

Shen Ruo looked upstairs and guessed that they were probably asleep.

Shen Ruo lowered her head, concealing the emotions in her eyes.

lost.

What is she feeling lost about?

In her imagination, he would be waiting for her in the living room, then look up and say, "You're back?"

Shen Ruo suppressed those sentimental thoughts.

They're nobody to you, why are they waiting for you?

Do you want me to set off firecrackers?

Neuropathy.

Qi Wenshen turned off the bathroom heater and heard the sound of a door opening, which meant that Shen Ruo must have returned.

He paused, his hand still holding the pajamas, then turned and grabbed a bath towel instead.

Shen Ruo went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water. The warm water slid down her throat, moistening her slightly dry throat.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Shen Ruo instinctively turned her head.

"puff……"

The water in his mouth sprayed out.

What did she see?

A handsome man emerges from a bath.

Live.

Right in front of her.

The distance is less than two meters.

Qi Wenshen only had a bath towel tied around his waist, tied so loosely that one might suspect it would slip off at any moment.

He wasn't wearing anything on his upper body.

Yes, she wasn't wearing anything.

Shen Ruo's gaze was drawn to him as if by a magnet, moving down from his wet hair to his collarbone.

Further down, there was a strong, muscular chest.

Next, continue.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

He really does have eight-pack abs.

Shen Ruo's gaze continued downwards.

V-line (or mermaid line).

From her waist to... the place she wanted to look at but dared not look at anymore.

Shen Ruo's eyes widened in disbelief.

Qi Wenshen smiled slightly. He felt a little flustered when Wei Jing asked him to dinner.

I deliberately came out naked to see her reaction.

It seems that my cousin isn't completely indifferent to him after all.

Shen Ruo finally recovered from her shock.

"Cousin...cousin, you...how did you get out like this?"

"I just finished showering."

"You wear a bathrobe after showering? Do you know how..."

Shen Ruo's voice faltered.

Does it make her want to pounce on him?

"What's so special about it?"

Qi Wenshen looked at her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Ruo felt like she was suffocating.

Male goblin.

"I...I'll go upstairs first."

Shen Ruo said, "I'm going upstairs," but her feet seemed to be held still, and she didn't move an inch.

Qi Wenshen's smile widened even further.

He could tell.

She was saying one thing and meaning another.

This little woman said she was leaving, but her actions betrayed her true intentions.

Those big, watery eyes were clearly panicked, yet they couldn't help glancing at him. They would glance at him and then look away, only to glance back again, like a child caught stealing candy, both guilty and greedy.

Qi Wenshen did not give her a chance to back out.

If things don't get clear soon, my wife might run off with someone else.

He took a step forward.

Shen Ruo instinctively wanted to back away, but there was the kitchen counter behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Her waist was pressed against the edge of the table, and she was forced into a corner with nowhere to escape.

Qi Wenshen took another step forward.

Shen Ruoneng could clearly see the drop of water on his chest sliding down the lines of his muscles, past the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and finally disappearing at the edge of the bath towel.

Her gaze snapped back as if burned, then hurriedly looked up, only to meet a pair of unfathomable eyes.

What was hidden in those eyes made her heart stop.

Qi Wenshen took another step forward.

This step reduces the distance between the two people to zero.

Shen Ruo was completely enveloped in his shadow. The minty scent of his shower gel overwhelmed her, mingling with the heat emanating from his body, like an invisible net that wrapped her up completely from head to toe.

Shen Ruo looked up.

Qi Wenshen's handsome face appeared magnified countless times in front of her.

His eyebrows and eyes were close enough to touch; his nose was high and straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Shen Ruo unconsciously swallowed.

My mouth suddenly felt dry.

strangeness.

She had just drunk water.

Why am I still so thirsty?

It's not that I'm thirsty.

It's because the body is thirsty.

It's a thirst that seeps from your very bones, an uncontrollable, maddening thirst.

Shen Ruo's tongue involuntarily darted out, and she licked her lips.

The tip of my tongue traced a wet trail across my lower lip.

Qi Wenshen's gaze fell on that pink tongue tip, his eyes suddenly darkened, something ignited in his eyes, and a dark undercurrent was hidden in the deep black.

Too close a distance is a catalyst for desire.

Shen Ruo's mind went blank.

What original plot? What white moonlight heroine? What will she be tortured beyond repair afterward?

She completely forgot about it.

At this moment, there was only one thing left in her world.

Those thin, well-defined lips that looked so soft.

I was too close to her.

So close that she could kiss him if she just looked up.

Actions moved faster than thought; Shen Ruo's lips slowly drew closer.

The movements were slow, so slow it was as if giving him time to escape, or as if giving him a chance to back out.

But Qi Wenshen did not escape.

He watched as those fragrant, full red lips slowly covered his own, his eyes so deep they seemed to draw him in.

tension.

Qi Wenshen has never been this nervous, not even when he's having surgery.

He has performed thousands of surgeries, and the scalpel has moved across the blood vessels without his hand ever trembling.

But at this moment, his heart was pounding like a drum, and his palms were sweating.

He knew better than anyone what he was expecting.

The moment their warm lips touched.

It felt like an electric current flowing into my lips, exploding along my nerve endings, numbing my scalp all the way to my toes.

Both of them felt a sudden numbness throughout their bodies, as if a switch had been flipped simultaneously, and all their reason and restraint crumbled at that moment.

Shen Ruo's body went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her knees buckled, and she slid down.

Qi Wenshen grabbed her slender waist with one hand.

The moment his palm touched hers, his fingers unconsciously tightened.

Through her thin loungewear, he could feel the warmth of her skin and the slight trembling of her body.

Shen Ruo's arms involuntarily wrapped around Qi Wenshen's neck.

The moment her arms encircled him, she felt the whole world fall silent.

His neck was warm, and beneath his skin, a pulsating heartbeat intertwined with her own, indistinguishable from one another.

Qi Wenshen closed his eyes, feeling that the lips were like newly blooming petals.

It was as sweet as I had imagined.

No, it was sweeter than I imagined, and I couldn't help but press my lips even tighter.

Her lips were as soft as cotton candy, with a faint sweetness, like the aftertaste of some fruit, and like her herself, making you want to take a second bite after just one.

Shen Ruo felt dizzy, as if she were soaking in warm water, and her whole body felt light and airy, as if she were dreaming.

She hoped it was a dream.

Because only in dreams can they kiss so freely, without any reservations.

She has neither the identity of a female supporting character nor the label of a male lead.

There were only two people, two hearts that were drawn together uncontrollably.

If it's a dream, then don't wake up.

Qi Wenshen's waist and abdomen were tense.

He was restraining himself, trying his best to restrain himself, but he wanted more.

He tilted his head slightly, changing the angle, and gently brushed his lips against hers, enticing her small mouth to open.

Shen Ruo seemed to be bewitched, her lips slightly parted.

Qi Wenshen's tongue nimbly slid in.

The moment they touched, both of them let out a barely audible groan.

The moment Shen Ruo's tongue was captured in his mouth, the arms around his neck tightened suddenly, and his fingers dug into his wet hair, his nails gently scraping his scalp.

Qi Wenshen's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He sucked on that tender, moist tongue; her taste was a thousand times better than he had imagined.

Sweet, soft, and tender, like a freshly peeled lychee, juicy and bursting with juice when you bite into it.

He greedily took every corner, leaving no place untouched.

Shen Ruo's body went limp in Qi Wenshen's arms, like a piece of melted butter, leaning against him. If he hadn't been holding her waist, she probably would have already slipped to the ground.

Her face was flushed, like a peach blossom in early March, a blend of innocence and allure.

Her big eyes were veiled with mist, making them look hazy and indistinct.

Her lips were slightly swollen and red from the kisses, glistening with moisture, like rose petals that had just been rained on, delicate and beautiful.

This contrast is fatal.

Qi Wenshen looked at the face in his arms, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

He wanted to go deeper, even deeper.

His hand moved up from her waist, his fingertips climbing up her spine vertebra by vertebra.

With each step she climbed, Shen Ruo's body trembled.

The kiss moved from the lips to the corner of the mouth, from the corner of the mouth to the cheek, and from the cheek to the earlobe.

The moment Qi Wenshen's lips touched her earlobe, Shen Ruo trembled and let out a soft moan.

That soft moan, in the quiet kitchen, made both of them teeter on the brink of losing their composure.

Qi Wenshen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his lips pressed against her earlobe, his voice hoarse as if he had sand in his mouth, "Shen Ruo."

Deep, hoarse, carrying an intensely suppressed desire.

When Shen Ruo heard her name uttered from that mouth, she felt as if she were soaking in a honey pot, so sweet that she felt dizzy.

She wanted to say something, but her mouth opened and closed without uttering a single word.

What she heard was Qi Wenshen's breathing getting heavier and heavier, and her own heartbeat getting faster and faster.

The whole world fell silent.

Only the two of them remained.

"Wen Shen".

The sudden sound echoed in the living room, and the two people froze simultaneously.

Shen Ruo's mind was forcibly pulled back to reality from a state of chaos, and her ears were the first to react.

That voice belonged to my aunt, Shen Yulan.

Shen Ruo's blood froze instantly, and she stood frozen in place as if she had been struck on a pressure point, forgetting even to breathe.

Her lips were still pressed against Qi Wenshen's chin, and her hands were still around his neck.

Qi Wenshen also froze.

His hand stopped on Shen Ruo's waist, his fingertips still lightly stroking her skin.

"I've been out for a few days now, and you two are both on day shifts, so I thought I'd chat with you before I go to sleep..."

Shen Yulan's voice came from the surveillance camera, carrying a lazy tone and a casualness unique to elders.

She clearly hadn't seen what was happening on the screen yet, and her tone was as relaxed as if she were chatting casually.

Then she saw it clearly.

In the surveillance footage, the living room lights were dim and warm, and two people were entangled together on the sofa.

A woman was shielded by her son, with only a section of her fair calf and a strand of loose long hair visible.

The son's hand was on the woman's waist, and the two were in an extremely ambiguous position.

Shen Yulan's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

She blinked, then blinked again, to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

My son has a girlfriend?

The moment the thought exploded in her mind, she almost jumped off her chair.

Good heavens, her son, Qi Wenshen, the one who had always been indifferent to girls since childhood, the one she once suspected would end up alone, was actually in the living room with a woman…

Wait, the living room?

Shen Yulan's expression changed from surprise to embarrassment, and then from embarrassment to anxiety.

Her tone was full of a mother's concern, "Son, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were..."

She paused, seemingly considering her words, and finally chose a relatively polite way of saying it, "You should go back to your room and continue. It would be so embarrassing if Ruoruo saw you here."

When Shen Ruo heard her aunt say her name, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Auntie, it seems she didn't recognize her.

Shen Yulan's voice continued to drift from the camera, her tone brimming with undisguised laughter and excitement, "Son, after causing someone's death, it's more convenient to go back to your room. I told you last time that the sofa in the living room needed to be replaced; it's so hard and uncomfortable..."