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

When Shen Ruo woke up from hunger, it was already pitch black outside the window.

She turned over in a daze, feeling as if she had been run over by a truck three times, her waist feeling like it was broken.

Qi Wenshen, that scoundrel.

She closed her eyes and cursed him eight hundred times in her heart.

How many times did she beg for mercy last night?

He always said it was the last time.

The results of it?

There is a last time after the last time, and then there is the square of the last time after the last time.

She shouted so many times that she eventually lost count, and her voice became hoarse.

Who said you shouldn't mess with a man who's just lost his virginity?

truth.

Shen Ruo felt like a piece of rice cake that had been repeatedly pounded, so soft it was no longer shapely, and this person was still rubbing oil on her and continuing to pound her.

As she was grumbling to herself, the bedroom doorknob turned slightly.

Shen Ruo, embarrassed and annoyed, pulled the blanket over her face, leaving only a few strands of hair sticking out.

Qi Wenshen paused for a moment, clearly seeing that she was pretending to be asleep.

He walked to the bedside, his tone languid with a sense of contentment, "Awake? The meal has just arrived, get up and eat it while it's hot."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the blanket covering her face.

Shen Ruo gripped the corner of the blanket tightly and said defiantly, "I'm not hungry."

She paused, then added, "I don't want to see you."

Qi Wenshen is completely unreasonable.

He pulled the blanket off with one hand, exposing Shen Ruo's bare shoulders and neck to the air, which were covered with his handiwork.

There were kiss marks upon kiss marks, two particularly deep marks below the collarbone, and a ring of shallow teeth marks on the shoulder.

His gaze slid down from her shoulder.

The thin blanket barely touched her chest, its curves faintly visible. He had already seen everything under the blanket last night, but just this half-hidden glimpse changed his expression.

The bedroom still held the lingering scent of last night's lovemaking.

Qi Wenshen leaned down, smoothed the sweat-dampened stray hairs from her forehead, and asked in a dangerous tone, "Don't you want to get up?"

His fingers slid down her earlobe to her shoulder. "So you want me to do it again?"

His lips gently touched the hollow of her shoulder.

Shen Ruo let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling.

Qi Wenshen's eyes burned again, and his kisses slid down from his shoulder, over his collarbone and chest, his warm lips pressing against his skin.

Shen Ruo raised her hand to push him, her palm pressed against his hard chest, but she couldn't exert any strength.

The hand that was pushed out was soft and yielding, but placing it on his chest felt more like an invitation.

She realized it herself, and felt both ashamed and angry. She tried to pull her hand back, but he grabbed it and pressed it against the pillow.

Qi Wenshen's kisses fell softly and gently, a slight shiver creeping up her spine, her legs unconsciously rubbing against the sheets.

Qi Wenshen sensed it.

He rolled over onto her, propping himself up on his arms as he looked at her, his eyes burning with undisguised desire. His voice was hoarse, "Ruoruo... it's okay if we eat later, right?"

Shen Ruo didn't speak.

She couldn't speak.

There was only one thought in my mind: Oh no, I've been charmed by him again.

She verbally called him a dog of a man, but her body betrayed her by snuggling closer to him.

Qi Wenshen chuckled softly and kissed her lips.

Shen Ruo closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

……

Two hours later, Shen Ruo finally got to eat.

She was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms. She could only lean against the headboard and be fed spoonful by spoonful by Qi Wenshen.

The moment Shen Ruo took the first bite of porridge, her eyes lit up. She opened her mouth eagerly, and as soon as Qi Wenshen handed her the spoon, she swallowed it in one gulp. Before the second spoonful had even cooled down, she opened her mouth again, just like a fledgling bird that had been starving for three days.

Qi Wenshen pressed down on the spoon, "Cheer slowly and carefully."

Shen Ruobai glared at him, her voice still a little hoarse, "Try going hungry for a day?"

Qi Wenshen scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and held it to her lips, slowly replying, "I'm full."

After saying that, he licked his lower lip and glanced meaningfully under her blanket.

Shen Ruo almost choked, and some juice dripped from the corner of her mouth. Qi Wenshen wiped it away with his thumb and then licked the drop of juice off his own lips.

Shen Ruo's face flushed instantly.

Bastard, bastard, bastard!

Is this man's energy like a mini motor?

We were up all night last night, and I just teased her again. I still have the energy to flirt with her now.

Fortunately, Qi Wenshen didn't bother her anymore in the latter half of the night.

He probably saw that she was really exhausted, so he held her and she fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Shen Ruo nestled in his arms, listening to his even heartbeat, and fell asleep within seconds.

The next morning, when the alarm rang, Shen Ruo found herself waking up on Qi Wenshen's chest, with a small stain of drool on his pajamas.

She propped herself up on her arms, but her back ached so much that she almost fell back onto him.

Qi Wenshen pulled her down to lie down.

She said in a coquettish tone, "Cousin, I don't want to go to work."

Qi Wenshen closed his eyes and pulled her closer to his chest. "Okay."

Shen Ruo pushed her luck, saying, "I want to lie down and be taken care of."

"it is good."

"I spend money like water."

"Coincidentally, my money also started flowing in like water."

Qi Wenshen opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Do you think this is like poetry with rhymes, matching them so perfectly?"

She struggled to get down, but her knees buckled as soon as her feet touched the ground, and she fell to the ground, only to be caught in Qi Wenshen's long arms.

"I'm going to wash up."

Qi Wenshen then got up, picked her up, and carried her into the washroom.

I helped her squeeze out the toothpaste, placed the toothbrush at an angle on the rim of the cup, and filled the cup with water.

Shen Ruo was placed on the sink by him. Dizzy, she picked up a toothbrush and brushed her teeth. After she finished, Qi Wenshen took the cup and let her rinse her mouth. He wrung out a towel and gently wiped her mouth.

After wiping her down, I carried her back to the bedroom and immediately reached out to pull the buttons off her pajamas.

Shen Ruo suddenly gripped her collar tightly. "What are you doing?"

Qi Wenshen's hands didn't stop moving. "Are you planning to go to work in your pajamas?"

Shen Ruo stared at him warily. "I'll change it myself."

Qi Wenshen hummed in response, but remained standing in place.

Shen Ruo knew that this person couldn't be driven away.

After this period of time, she had figured out that Qi Wenshen's skin was as thick as a city wall.

She gritted her teeth, let go, and unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time, the silk fabric sliding down her shoulders and piling up at her ankles.

My hands are so sore, even moving them is exhausting.

Shen Ruo slowly put on her bra, struggling to raise her arms when fastening the back clasp, her fingers clumsily fumbling around for a long time.

Then wear the outer layer.

She pretended to be calm the whole time, but her ears were actually burning red.

The unintentional allure in her every move was even more captivating than when she deliberately flirted with him.

Qi Wenshen leaned against the wall, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice, and only three words remained in his mind: He brought it on himself.

This little woman was soft all over—her skin, her waist, even her voice was soft. She was so soft that he wanted to wrap her around himself like a belt, to take her wherever he went, and never be separated from her for a moment.

"alright."

Shen Ruo finished dressing and turned to face him.

The round-neck long dress had a slightly low neckline, revealing half of her collarbone and a fresh hickey. Her lips, which had been kissed too intensely last night, were glistening with moisture, pink and full.