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

My fingertips just touched her lips.

The door was pushed open.

Zhou Ke stood at the doorway, and upon seeing the scene inside, he was stunned.

Qi Wenshen's hand hung in mid-air.

Shen Ruo was chewing on a chicken wing.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhou Ke blinked. "What...are you doing here?"

Qi Wenshen withdrew his movement, his expression unchanged. "Rest."

Shen Ruo smiled politely, took the tissue from Qi Wenshen's hand to wipe her mouth, and said, "Dr. Zhou, are you going to rest? I'll be right out."

She got up; after all, it was the male doctors' rest room, and it wasn't really appropriate to stay there.

Zhou Ke smiled and waved his hand, "No, I forgot my cup."

He walked to the table, picked up the thermos, and glanced between the two men.

The chicken wing bones in front of Shen Ruo were piled up like a small mountain.

Qi Wenshen leaned against the side, with a cup of mango pomelo sago on it.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

As Zhou Ke walked out of the lounge, he sighed inwardly.

Those two cousins ​​get along so well, it's so heartwarming.

Thinking about my rebellious younger sister at home, my head started to ache again.

harmonious?

Being filial is enough if you don't drive him crazy.

"That scared me to death."

Shen Ruo patted her chest, "We almost got seen."

"What do you see?"

"You, you wipe my mouth for me."

"What's wrong with wiping your mouth?"

Qi Wenshen raised an eyebrow.

Shen Ru glared at him, "What's wrong? If Zhou Ke had come in any later, you would have kissed him."

He readily admitted, "Yes, it has to be a kiss."

"..."

Shen Ruo swallowed hard. "I'm busy right now."

She quickly stuffed the remaining chicken wing into her mouth.

Qi Wen smiled deeply, his eyes gentle.

He reached out and wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

This time, no one bothered us.

"Shen Ruo."

"what?"

"Which tastes better, chicken wings or milk tea?"

"They're all delicious."

"And what about me?"

"..."

Seeing the opportunistic glint in the man's eyes, Shen Ruo, with a chicken wing in her mouth, forgot to chew.

"W-what?"

He leaned closer, his nose brushing against hers, and asked, "Am I...tasty?"

Shen Ruo: "..."

Should I jump into this pit or not?

She gritted her teeth, her voice barely audible, "Cousin, can I finish my chicken wings first?"

"..."

He stepped aside. "Okay, you eat first."

His eyes darkened suddenly. "After you finish eating, it's my turn."

The chicken wing in Shen Ruo's hand fell back into the takeout box.

It wasn't that I didn't hold it properly, it was that I was scared.

Qi Wenshen stood up from the edge of the bed, looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her sauce-stained lips. His eyes were so deep that Shen Ruo felt she was about to fall into them.

This man is in heat anytime, anywhere.

Shen Ru cursed inwardly, her heart already racing uncontrollably.

It felt like someone was stepping on the gas pedal inside her chest, flooring it, and the tachometer needle shot straight to the redline.

She glanced at the remaining chicken wings in the takeout box and frowned in frustration.

He reached out and grasped her wrist.

Her hands were covered in sauce and sticky.

"Dirty".

She said she wanted to pull it back.

Qi Wenshen did not let go.

Stand up, walk over to her, and pull out a wet wipe.

Spread out her fingers one by one.

"what……"

"Don't move."

He rubbed her thumb, from the base to the tip.

Then the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger.

Every crease was wiped clean—the fingertips, the spaces between the fingers, the edges of the nails.

His fingers, through the wet wipe, pressed against her skin, as if he were rubbing something precious.

Shen Ruo stopped moving.

She enjoyed the service.

His eyes were half-closed, like a cat being stroked, and he almost made a purring sound in his throat.

She obediently spread her fingers, all five fingers out, as if surrendering, or perhaps inviting.

Qi Wenshen looked down at those delicate, rounded fingers.

What happened last night suddenly came to mind.

These hands felt good last night.

"What are you thinking about?"

Shen Ruo asked.

"Miss you."

He said.

Shen Ruo's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at his lowered eyelashes, the curve of his nose, and his lips pressed into a line.

After wiping her hand, he couldn't bear to let go. He held her hand in his palm, rubbed it, and squeezed it.

"It's clean now."

He said he hadn't let go.

"Then let go?"

"I won't let go."

If you won't release it, then don't; just post it on social media first.

Shen Ruo pulled out one hand.

He held her right hand, while her left hand was free.

She reached for her phone, unlocked it, opened the camera, and aimed it at the two clasped hands.

His hands were large, with distinct knuckles and slightly protruding veins.

Her hands were small, pink and round, and he held them in his arms, only revealing her fingertips.

Image: Two hands clasped together.

The caption reads: "Today's wonderful moment."

Settings: Visible only to colleagues.

"Wasn't it supposed to be kept secret?"

Qi Wenshen asked, but did not stop him; he just watched.

"Let them guess."

She smiled mischievously, the corners of her mouth turning up.

"Guess what?"

"Guess who you are."

"Then who am I?"

She said, her eyes curving into crescents, "Teddy."

Teddy dogs are the most prone to going into heat among dog breeds.

Qi Wenshen looked at her.

Her expression was smug and cunning.

He stood up, walked around the table, and stood in front of her.

"What if they recognize us?"

He asked, his voice pressing down from above.

Shen Ruo put down her phone. "Do you think everyone is Conan?"

Qi Wenshen reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing her tightly against him.

Her nose touched the hollow of his collarbone, and she could feel his heartbeat, which was fast.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and his lips gently kissed her hair.

"What if we guessed it?"

His voice came from above.

"If you guessed it, you guessed it."

Shen Ruo's voice muffled against his chest, "Anyway, no one dares to ask you."

Qi Wenshen chuckled softly.

Naughty.

His chin rubbed against the top of her head.

The body in my arms was as soft and fragrant as ever.

He closed his eyes and didn't make any other movements. He just held her, his chin resting on the top of her head, his arms wrapped around her waist, without moving.

"Why are you being so well-behaved today?"

Shen Ruo's voice was still muffled against his chest, but with a hint of surprise, "Just a hug? Nothing else?"

Qi Wenshen did not answer, but tightened his grip slightly.

"I'm not saying I want to do something else."

Shen Ruo quickly added.

"I just... I just felt you were a little different today. Usually you..."

"What am I usually like?"

Qi Wenshen's voice was tinged with laughter.

"Usually you..."

Shen Ruo opened her mouth, but realized that if she continued, she would be digging a hole for herself, so she wisely shut her mouth and said, "It's nothing."

Shen Ruo wrapped her arms around his lean waist, her fingers interlocking around his lower back, feeling the lines of his back muscles beneath his clothes.

She buried her face in his chest, closed her eyes, and could only hear his heartbeat in her mind.

"Wei Jing looks very refined, but he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve in bed."

Shen Ruo couldn't help but think of what Zhou Lan had said.

Her face flushed red instantly.

Shen Ruo buried her face tightly in Qi Wenshen's chest, not daring to look up.

Qi Wenshen felt the person in his arms suddenly turn into a furnace, with the temperature rising sharply.

"What's wrong?"

He looked down at her and could only see the tips of her bright red ears.

"N-nothing."

Your ears are red.

"It's hot."

"The air conditioner is set to 24 degrees Celsius."

"That's because...eating too many chicken wings caused internal heat."

Qi Wenshen did not ask any further questions.

He lowered his head and gently touched her burning earlobe with his lips.

Shen Ruo's body stiffened in his arms for a second, then went limp, clinging to him softly and weakly, without any strength at all.

"Qi Wenshen".

Her voice was very soft.

"Um."

"Do you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve?"