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

As she finished get off work, Shen Ruo closed the last medical record, handed it over to her colleague, and waved to Zhou Lan, "Darling, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

All afternoon, Qi Wenshen hasn't sent a single message.

Is he still asleep?

Shen Ruo went up to the top floor, and just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

Qi Wenshen stood at the door, wearing a dark gray crew neck T-shirt, his hair still a little damp, as if he had just washed it.

The thick layer of fatigue between her brows and eyes had mostly dissipated. Although there were still some dark circles under her eyes, she looked like a completely different person compared to how she looked when she came out of the operating room that morning.

Shen Ruo's eyes lit up, and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her voice held a soft, coquettish tone that she herself wasn't even aware of, "You're awake?"

Qi Wenshen caught her, putting one arm around her waist and the other hand on the door frame to stabilize their balance.

"Um."

He had just woken up and washed up, and his face still smelled fresh.

Shen Ruo leaned closer and smelled him; it was that familiar minty scent on him. She couldn't help but bury her face in the crook of his neck.

"Aren't you tired?"

Shen Ruo's voice was soft.

Qi Wenshen tightened his grip on her waist abruptly.

He looked down at the little woman in his arms.

She had just gotten off work, wearing a pink tracksuit, her hair tied in a low ponytail with a few stray strands hanging by her ears, and her face flushed slightly after a busy day.

Her lips weren't wearing lipstick; they were a natural rose color, slightly pouting, as if she were asking for a kiss.

His gaze slid from her eyebrows to her lips, and from her lips to her neckline.

Thinking about what happened last night that came to an abrupt end, his voice suddenly became hoarse.

"I'm not tired anymore."

After saying that, he turned his head, his lips landed on her earlobe, his tongue gently touched the small patch of skin behind her ear, then he held it in his mouth and gently sucked on it.

Shen Ruo's body went limp, her legs went weak, and she slid down. Qi Wenshen tightened his grip on her waist, lifted her up, and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Ruo was practically clinging to him, and she also thought about last night.

Her face turned bright red.

Last night, Qi Wenshen left many marks on her neck and collarbone. When she looked in the mirror this morning, she gasped at the sight of the deep and shallow red marks.

She wore that pink tracksuit, and applied layer after layer of concealer to her neck. After finishing, she pressed it with powder, looked in the mirror from left to right to make sure it was invisible, before daring to go out.

She glared at him playfully. It's all his fault. Why did he have to kiss so hard?

Shen Ruo wanted to get out of his arms.

But Qi Wenshen held her tightly and didn't let go.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice possessing a magnetic quality that made hearts race, "It didn't work out last night, so let's collect some interest first."

Shen Ruo blushed even more after hearing this, and punched him lightly. "Are you out of your mind? You're always thinking about that kind of thing."

A layer on the lips.

Qi Wenshen kissed him fiercely.

"Hmm..."

Shen Ruo instinctively opened her mouth, her tongue sliding into his mouth, their lips and teeth touching.

His tongue, carrying the taste of mint, invaded her mouth, making her dizzy, weak, and as if her bones had been removed. She only managed to stay upright because he held her.

Qi Wenshen felt his blood churn as her tongue stirred his qi.

He was breathing heavily, his lips moved away from hers, to the corner of her mouth, to her jawline, to her earlobe, his voice filled with desire.

"How about we do it before we leave?"

Shen Ruo's eyes were glazed over from his kisses, a misty haze filling them as she gazed at him with seductive eyes.

That look made Qi Wenshen's eyes darken even more.

Shen Ruo took a breath, her voice still trembling slightly from the kiss, "No."

Why?

"You didn't go home yesterday, your aunt was worried about you, she's probably waiting for us to come home for dinner now."

Qi Wenshen remained silent.

Shen Ruo felt a little sorry for him when she saw him like that.

She tilted her head, mimicking his earlier gesture, her lips brushing against his ear, each word laced with a seductive hook, "Living together every day, haven't we had a chance yet? Hmm?"

Qi Wenshen looked at her, his voice still hoarse, "It's fine if we don't do it, then let's kiss again."

Before Shen Ruo could say yes or no, his lips landed on hers again.

This time he was a little gentler than before, but it lasted longer, so long that Shen Ruo felt like he had sucked all the oxygen out of her lungs.

When he finally let go of her, Shen Ruo's lips were slightly swollen and rosy, and anyone with eyes could tell what she had just been through.

She licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue; it felt a little numb.

She glared at the culprit, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Qi Wenshen felt a little itchy again after being stared at like that, and couldn't help but take her hand, pull it to his lips, lower his head and kiss the back of her hand.

Shen Ruo blushed and struggled but couldn't break free.

"Let go."

"I won't let go."

"My girlfriend, I can hold her hand if I want, and kiss her if I want."

Shen Ruo scoffed. How did this person's skin become so thick?

Where's that cold noodle stand with a knife from before?

"Who's your girlfriend?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her hand being gripped tightly.

Qi Wenshen tightened his fingers, enveloping her hand in his palm, so tightly that she could feel the warmth of his hand and the contours of his knuckles.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes, not my girlfriend."

Shen Ruo's expression relaxed for a moment.

It's already come to this.

They kissed, touched, and hugged; they were just one step away from taking it to the next level.

Isn't she considered my girlfriend yet?

She suddenly realized something, something she had been ignoring all along.

Qi Wenshen never seriously, face to face, said to her, "Be my girlfriend."

So, he only has physical needs for her?

So, he never thought about defining the relationship?

So, in the end, he will still end up with the female lead?

The original plot is like a pre-laid track; no matter how far she deviates, it will eventually pull her back to her original position.

Shen Ruo felt a sour and bitter feeling in her heart, as if someone had stuffed an unripe green plum into her mouth. She took a bite, and the sour juice flowed from the tip of her tongue all the way to her heart.

She gave a soft snort and withdrew her hand.

It wasn't pulled open.

She tried again, but still couldn't pull it open.

Qi Wenshen's hand was like a lock, locking her hand tightly.

She stopped smoking, turned her head to the side, and refused to look at him.

Her face showed anger, heartache, and a sense of grievance that she couldn't quite explain.

Qi Wenshen saw that she was angry, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He wasn't oblivious to what she was angry about; he just hadn't expected her to be angry about this.

He assumed that they were already in this kind of relationship, and that some things didn't need to be said, as natural as breathing.