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

Wen Zhiyue really couldn't eat.

She took a couple of bites of rice from her plate and then didn't touch it again. Her gaze followed the tall, slender figure at the cafeteria entrance until Qi Wenshen and Shen Ruo disappeared one after the other outside.

Her heart followed her, and she sat there absentmindedly.

Ou Qi nudged her arm, "Zhiyue, the food's getting cold."

The food was cold, but her heart was even colder.

"Zhiyue".

Ouqi raised her voice slightly.

Wen Zhiyue snapped out of her daze, put her chopsticks on the plate, stood up and left, saying, "Take your time eating."

Where are you going?

Wen Zhiyue didn't respond and walked straight towards the cafeteria entrance.

Ou Qi saw the direction Wen Zhiyue had gone.

They were heading towards the elevator, exactly the same direction Qi Wenshen and Shen Ruo had gone.

Her head was as big as a bucket.

Looking at Wen Zhiyue's reckless back, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Wen Zhiyue, what exactly are you trying to do?

Ou Qi wanted to chase after her and stop her, but there were too many people in the cafeteria, and she couldn't just drag Wen Zhiyue back in public.

Besides, although she and Wen Zhiyue have a good relationship, she's not her mother, so she can't control that much.

Ou Qi sighed, sat back down, took Wen Zhiyue's half-eaten meal, put it on her own plate, and ate while feeling worried.

Wen Zhiyue quietly followed Qi Wenshen and Shen Ruo.

I watched them get into the elevator.

Jump to the top floor while looking at the numbers.

She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

She didn't know why she had followed along, but she just couldn't control herself.

Wen Zhiyue stepped out of the elevator quietly, and as she turned the corner, she saw the backs of Qi Wenshen and Shen Ruo, who were standing at the entrance of the lounge.

Qi Wenshen lowered his head to open the door, one hand still resting on Shen Ruo's waist, a casual yet intimate gesture.

Wen Zhiyue shrank back into the corner, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Then she heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

She stood frozen in place, but finally couldn't resist and quietly walked to the door of the lounge, pressing her ear against the door panel.

The sounds coming from inside the door came out intermittently.

First came some low voices, but it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Then came a faint, strange sound.

Wen Zhiyue's face turned pale instantly.

Shen Ruo's soft moans escaped from the crack in the door. Her voice was both gentle and seductive, with a heavy, breathless breath and occasional broken, alluring syllables.

Then came Qi Wenshen's deep groan, a sound she knew all too well; she had heard it countless times beneath him in her past life.

Inside the lounge, Shen Ruo was being pinned down on the bed by Qi Wenshen, whose large hands were now roaming all over her body, moving from her waist upwards, his calloused fingertips brushing against her skin, causing her to tremble.

She looked up at Qi Wenshen's handsome, emotional face.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his thin lips were parted as he breathed heavily. His usual aloof and restrained demeanor was completely gone, and he was now both lustful and wild.

The unease that Shen Ruo felt because of Wen Zhiyue's rebirth vanished completely at this moment.

She reached out and hooked her arms around Qi Wenshen's neck, kissing him passionately. She wrapped her legs around his waist, acting like a completely different person.

Qi Wenshen was slightly taken aback by her initiative, then chuckled softly, his voice both husky and seductive.

He lowered his head and bit her lower lip. "It's rare for you to be so proactive."

Then they started to escalate their demands, using fierce and ruthless methods to take back everything she had gained through her initiative, with interest.

At the door of the lounge, Wen Zhiyue took two steps back.

Her face drained of color, her lips trembled slightly, and she stared in disbelief at the tightly closed door.

She considered many possibilities.

She considered that Qi Wenshen was only related to Shen Ruo as a relative, that Shen Ruo would never bother him again in this life, and that she still had a chance.

But she never expected there to be such a commotion inside the door.

Wen Zhiyue rushed to the door but then suddenly stopped, raising her hand and hovering it in mid-air, but ultimately did not knock.

Inside the door.

Shen Ruo's breathing became more rapid.

Qi Wenshen's breathing also became heavier.

Wen Zhiyue's face turned deathly pale.

She turned around and walked unsteadily downstairs.

Xiao Lin was sitting by the flower bed downstairs in the dormitory building, making a phone call.

"Mom, I really don't have a boyfriend..."

"Don't rush me... the hospital is busy..."

With the phone clipped between his ear and shoulder, he was unpacking a bag of spicy snacks with both hands.

He had just torn open the packaging when he turned his head away.

Then I saw Wen Zhiyue.

His face was deathly pale.

She walked and cried, her nose turning red from crying.

"Holy crap..."

Xiao Lin blurted it out.

Why is it her again?

Why is it happening again?

A string of question marks flashed through Xiao Lin's mind.

Is this nurse made of water?

Why do I have so many tears every day?

Xiao Lin hesitated for a moment before calling out to her, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zhiyue suddenly turned her head and glared at him again, her eyes red and fierce.

Xiao Lin instinctively shrank back when he was glared at, the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

After glaring at him, Wen Zhiyue disappeared around the corner of the stairs without saying a word.

Xiao Lin stood still.

He was still holding his phone in his hand.

"Hey, son? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Mom, I have to hang up now, it's urgent."

He came to a conclusion.

Xiao Lin and this Nurse Wen are incompatible, absolutely incompatible.

……

In the rooftop lounge, the intense love affair finally subsided.

The bed was a complete mess.

Qi Wenshen leaned against the headboard, his arm around the warm, soft woman in his arms, while his other hand idly played with the ends of her hair.

Her voice was still hoarse from the moment, "Why are you so enthusiastic today?"

Shen Ruo lay on his chest, her pretty face still flushed.

She reached out and gently pinched his waist, her voice both coquettish and reproachful, "What, you don't like it?"

Qi Wenshen lowered his head and kissed her lips, a satisfied smile curving his lips. "I like it. Keep it up."

Shen Ruo choked for a moment, then glared at him irritably.

But something was still on her mind. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Cousin, what if one day... we separate for some reason..."

"Won't."

Qi Wenshen interrupted her.

"I mean, if..."

There are no "ifs".

Why is this man so domineering?

They didn't even give him a chance to finish speaking.

Shen Ruo sighed helplessly.

The next second, Qi Wenshen suddenly rolled over, pinning Shen Ruo back onto the bed, his eyes shifting from a lazy, doting gaze to a dangerous one.

He squinted at her. "You're leaving me?"

"No, no, no."

"So you have another man?"

Shen Ruo was startled and waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, I don't have any other men."

She denied it while inwardly complaining.

I'm afraid you'll awaken the original storyline and torture me to death, bro.

If you show even the slightest sign of trouble, I'll make my escape beforehand.

Qi Wenshen looked at the lost woman, her mind clearly elsewhere.

It seems like I'm not tired enough.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his warm breath on her sensitive skin. "What are you thinking about? Looks like you still have energy."

Shen Ruo snapped back to her senses, but before she could even utter a rebuttal, his lips had already landed on hers again.

It was filled with intense desire.

Shen Ruo: "..."

She was wrong.

She shouldn't have mentioned "what if".

This man doesn't listen to assumptions at all.

She was in his arms, completely under his control.

A soft moan escaped again, only to be swallowed by his kiss.