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

Qi Wenshen's temple throbbed.

Shen Ruo closed her eyes tightly, buried her face in Qi Wenshen's chest, and hid herself inside his chest cavity.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep now."

Shen Yulan finally realized she had talked too much. "You guys continue, continue, I didn't see anything."

The video signal is lost.

The camera's light went out, and the living room fell silent again.

It was so quiet you could hear their breathing mingling together, each one heavier than the last.

Shen Ruo remained frozen on the sofa, motionless.

Her face was buried in Qi Wenshen's chest, her forehead pressed against his warm skin, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat, which was fast, much faster than usual.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.

She then realized what position the two of them were in.

Sometime later, they had moved from the kitchen doorway to the sofa.

They were probably so engrossed in the kiss that they stumbled and fell over.

She was now slumped into the sofa, the neckline of her dress pulled down below her shoulders, one shoulder strap hanging on her elbow, the other completely slipped down, her soft breasts pressed against Qi Wenshen's strong chest through the thin fabric.

She could feel his body temperature, burning hot, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment.

What are her legs doing?

Shen Ruo's mind went blank. Her legs had somehow wrapped around Qi Wenshen's waist. She could clearly feel the pressure from his waist down. The full and hot touch made her feel hot from head to toe.

She felt it there...

Shen Ruo's ears were so red they looked like they could bleed, and the blush spread from the tips of her ears to her entire face.

Her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving violently, each rise and fall causing her soft body to brush against his chest, making them both shudder simultaneously.

This posture is too dangerous.

"Cousin, get up."

Shen Ruo's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, with a hint of hoarseness and coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

As she spoke, she twisted her waist, trying to move out from under him.

She was fine when she didn't twist, but when she did, Qi Wenshen's breathing suddenly became heavier, a low groan came from his throat, and all his muscles tensed up.

"Don't move."

His voice was subdued, carrying a dangerous warning.

Shen Ruo was so frightened that she immediately stopped moving.

Qi Wenshen closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

If it weren't for his mother's shout just now, he would probably have already become one with Shen Ruo.

On the sofa in the living room, in an open space where one could be seen at any time.

He actually lost control to this extent.

Qi Wenshen, a surgeon, was known for his calm and composure, yet he almost... in the living room.

Although he had already confirmed his feelings, it was indeed inconvenient to be in the living room.

Next time, I'll just carry it back to the room.

Qi Wenshen opened his eyes and met Shen Ruo's large, misty eyes.

Her eyes held panic, shyness, and fear, but more than anything, they held a lingering sense of bewilderment and longing after being aroused to the extreme.

That look in his eyes almost made him lose everything.

"it is good."

His voice was still hoarse, and he showed no sign of getting up.

His gaze fell on Shen Ruo's lips.

Her small mouth was slightly swollen from his kisses, her lower lip thicker than usual, luscious and inviting him to do it again.

Reason told him it was time to get up.

If this continues, nobody will be able to sleep tonight.

But reason is becoming increasingly ineffective in front of Shen Ruo.

Qi Wenshen finally couldn't resist lowering his head and biting down hard on that alluring little mouth.

It wasn't a kiss, it was a bite.

With a punishing force, his teeth gripped her lower lip, applying slight pressure before releasing it. His tongue licked the faint teeth marks, then covered it again and sucked.

Before Shen Ruo's mind could react, her body had already responded.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, her nails leaving faint marks on the leather surface.

My whole body felt weak and limp, every inch of my body screaming for more.

She forced herself to hold back the whimper that almost spilled from her mouth.

Qi Wenshen's chest pressed heavily against those two soft mounds, feeling their amazing elasticity and softness. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and then he abruptly released her.

We can't continue like this.

If he continued, he feared he might actually take her right there and then.

Qi Wenshen propped himself up and looked down at her.

Shen Ruo lay on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her face as red as a ripe apple, her dress wrinkled and hanging on her body. She looked like a flower ravaged by a storm, both disheveled and alluring.

His gaze lingered on her for two seconds, then he sat up, placed his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

He was just about to say something.

He said he liked her, that he wasn't taking advantage of her, and that he had fallen for her.

Shen Ruo finally regained her strength.

Before he could speak, she shoved him away, got up from the sofa, and ran upstairs.

The door slammed shut.

Qi Wenshen sat alone on the sofa, looking at the empty stairwell.

He looked down at his hands.

The hand that was just around her waist, the hand that felt the warmth of her skin.

Slowly tighten your fingers into a fist, then slowly loosen them again.

He stood up, walked to Shen Ruo's door, and stood there for a while.

There was no sound from inside the door.

Qi Wenshen raised his hand, intending to knock on the door.

My finger hovered over the doorknob, then stopped.

I put it down again.

Forget it.

Let that little woman calm down first.

So much has happened tonight.

If he knocks on the door now, she'll either throw a pillow at him and kick him out, or she'll shut him out with a red face. Neither outcome is what he wants.

We can live together; it's not too late to talk about it tomorrow.

Anyway, she can't run away.

Tomorrow, he will have plenty of time to explain things to her properly.

He likes her.

It's a man's attraction to a woman.

It's the kind of liking where you want to pin her down on the bed, kiss every inch of her skin, and become one with her.

The lights in the downstairs living room were still on, and there were still traces of two people walking on the sofa. The air was filled with a mixture of mint and some kind of sweet scent.

In Shen Ruo's room, she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs still slightly weak, and a damp sensation lingered in a certain place.

Looking at her flushed face and slightly swollen lips in the mirror, she felt so annoyed that she wanted to bury herself in the pillow.

Why did I just stupidly kiss him?

Moreover, Qi Wenshen did not dodge.

And they even responded proactively.

And it almost happened...

Shen Ruo buried her face in her hands and let out a muffled wail.

It's over, completely over.

Qi Wenshen returned to the room, looked down at himself, and saw that he was still moaning.

That overwhelming, uncontrollable urge surged through his body.

He glanced down, closed his eyes in resignation, and went back into the shower room.

Turn the cold water on full blast, and a jet of icy water pours down from the showerhead.

He braced his hands against the tiled wall, head down, letting the cold water pour over him from head to toe.

The water was so cold that it gave him goosebumps.

But the fire inside him just wouldn't go out.

When I close my eyes, all I see is her.

She lay beneath him, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, her eyes clear yet dreamy.

Her dress slipped down to below her shoulders, revealing her sexy and delicate collarbones. Further down, her two full and soft mounds pressed against his chest, creating a deadly friction with every breath.

And her words to him that made him get up.

With a hoarse and soft voice, she made his whole body itch.

That twist of his waist almost made him lose control on the spot.

Qi Wenshen suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead pressed against the cold tiles, panting heavily.

It took a full thirty minutes of rinsing with cold water to barely suppress the restlessness.

Qi Wenshen lay in bed, his mind replaying every detail of the evening.

The moment her lips touched mine.

The moment she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The moment his mouth captured her tongue.

He felt like he was suffocating, and his lower body began to tighten again.

He turned over and closed his eyes.

It opened its eyes again and turned over.

The bed is big, but no matter how I lie down, it doesn't feel right.

I tossed and turned for almost half an hour, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

Qi Wenshen sat up, picked up his phone and glanced at it; it was past one in the morning.

He opened Shen Ruo's chat window; the last message was from Shen Ruo.

Qi Wenshen slammed his phone down on the bedside table and lay back down.

I finally drifted off to sleep around 2 a.m.

In Shen Ruo's room, she wasn't much better off.

She got up to wash her face in the bathroom, and her reflection in the mirror startled her.

Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and there was a little bit of a teeth mark on her lower lip, left by Qi Wenshen's last hard bite.

Shen Ruo reached out and touched that spot; ouch, it hurt a little.

She leaned closer to look in the mirror and suddenly noticed that the blister on her lip, which had been burned, had peeled off, revealing tender, pink new skin underneath, with a tiny bit of blood seeping from the edge.

Shen Ruo grinned at herself in the mirror, "Hiss... Qi Wenshen, are you an octopus? You're sucking so hard, you've even popped the blisters."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene from earlier automatically replayed in her mind.

Her face turned red again.

She quickly lowered her head, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on her cheeks, trying to cool down the heat.

After patting it a few times, I looked up and saw that the person in the mirror was still as red as a boiled shrimp.

She bent down and washed it again.

Useless.

Wash it again.

It still didn't work.

Shen Ruo gave up, dried her face with a towel, walked back to the bed and sat down, her mind automatically replaying tonight's kissing scene.

His kissing skills are superb.

Shen Ruo frowned slightly.

He doesn't seem like a novice at all.

It seems like we've practiced many times.

The thought, once it crossed her mind, felt like a thorn piercing her heart.

hurts a little.

It's not my lips that hurt, it's my heart that's uneasy.

Both she and the original owner shared their first kiss.

But Qi Wenshen is not.

He has kissed other people.

He had kissed other women before kissing her.

Shen Ruo buried her face in the pillow.

"Shen Ruo, aren't you being dramatic? He's almost thirty, isn't it normal for him to have kissed other people? Do you really expect him to be some naive, innocent virgin?"

That's what I said, but I still feel uncomfortable.

That's right, I'm jealous.

She was jealous of the woman whose name she didn't know, whose face she didn't know, and who had kissed Qi Wenshen at some point.

Shen Ruo turned over, puffed out her cheeks, and thought for a while.

Forget it.

There's no use dwelling on the past.

She touched her swollen lips, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

Anyway, it's her who's kissing him now.

Shen Ruo's last thought before falling asleep was, "How am I going to face him tomorrow morning?"

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, and Shen Ruo's phone alarm went off, pulling her out of bed.

She glanced at the time groggily; it was 7:20.

Normally she would already be sitting at the table eating breakfast by this time.

Shen Ruo sat up with a start, the scene from last night flashing through her mind, instantly waking her up.

How am I going to face Qi Wenshen?

She made a decision: to run.

Shen Ruo washed up and changed clothes as quickly as possible, without even putting on makeup, only applying sunscreen, and then grabbed her bag and ran out.

When she went downstairs, she saw that Qi Wenshen's room door was still closed. She breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed to change her shoes, and slipped out the door like a thief.

Sister Chen was preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the noise and peeked out, only to see Shen Ruo's back disappear through the doorway.

"Miss Shen, breakfast hasn't been served yet..."