The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Seeing his hunched-over appearance, Song Yunxi couldn't hold back her anger, which melted into a faint smile.

He lifted his toes and kicked Shen Chonglu's leg through the thin blanket, his chin slightly raised:

"come over."

Shen Chonglu hadn't completely removed his hands from his mouth when he heard this. His eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed to the bedside in two quick steps. He bent down slightly and obediently lowered his head, almost touching Song Yunqi's face.

"Do you want to make up for the points you lost?" Song Yunqi asked him in a low voice.

The man nodded repeatedly, then opened his hand slightly from his mouth and mumbled softly, "I want it, I dream about it."

"Mr. Song, could you give me some pointers on how to get extra points?"

Song Yunxi's gaze swept over the man's fluffy hair, she reached out and pinched his ear, pulling him down slightly. Her warm lips approached, and she whispered against Shen Chonglu's earlobe:

"Go wash up, you smell of smoke and dust from outside."

Shen Chonglu was so aroused that he couldn't resist the urge to have sex, and his mind started wandering to all sorts of fantasies because of those words, his face turning bright red.

During a private meeting at the company, several senior directors smoked heavily. Although he had deliberately dispersed the smell for a long time before entering the ward and even sprayed perfume, he still managed to smell it.

"I'll go right now!"

Without wasting a moment, he turned around and went straight into the bathroom attached to the special care ward, afraid that if he was even a second too slow, his cat-like temperamental ancestor would find an excuse to deduct points.

Soon after, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Song Yunqi leaned against the headboard and steadied her breathing.

I just finished eating and drinking, and my stomach feels warm and cozy. I also slept for most of the afternoon, so I'm wide awake right now and not sleepy at all.

The spiciness and hot soup from the previous meal were spreading in my stomach, and the warmth of the ward was making me feel increasingly agitated.

The sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door opened, and Shen Chonglu walked out wearing only a loosely tied white bath towel. The steamy atmosphere made Song Yunqi even more agitated.

Water droplets slid down the man's broad shoulders, past his muscular chest and defined abs, finally disappearing into the edge of the towel. His short hair was damp and hung over his forehead, and he carried a refreshing scent of water vapor and the same lily fragrance as in the hospital room.

"All done washing."

Shen Chonglu strode to the bedside, pressed his burning cheek against Song Yunqi's hand resting on the edge of the bed, and looked up at the young man with moist, dark eyes:

"There's no smell left at all, you can smell it if you don't believe me."

Song Yunxi's gaze slid down his wet collarbone, landing on his completely naked upper body and the swaying bath towel:

"You're not even dressed properly, what kind of appearance is that?"

"Why wear clothes? It's not like we haven't seen them before."

Shen Chonglu laughed heartily: "We're so close, we even have a child together, why are we avoiding each other?"

Song Yunqi was speechless at his brazen and self-righteous statement, but she didn't refute it further, which was considered an admission of his statement.

The ward fell silent; the atmosphere was somewhat subtle because of their unspoken understanding.

Song Yunqi leaned against the soft pillows, her knuckles unconsciously gripping the thin blanket around her.

The inexplicable heat rising within him grew stronger, and the areas clinging to his clothes became slightly damp, tormenting him and making him restless.

He took a deep breath, his cool gaze lingering on Shen Chonglu's clean, large hands for a long time, struggle and hesitation intertwining and evolving in his eyes.

After a long while, Song Yunxi finally couldn't bear the discomfort any longer. She parted her thin lips slightly and spoke in a somewhat awkward, low voice:

"I feel a little hot."

Shen Chonglu paused, his dark eyes suddenly turning frighteningly black, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he awaited what was to come.

Song Yunqi looked up and stared straight at him, her cool voice carrying a hint of warning and hoarseness: "You help me... but only help me, don't go overboard. Do you hear me?"

Upon hearing this, a dark glint surged in Shen Chonglu's eyes, like a big dog that had been stroked and fed sweets, and he could not suppress the smile on his lips.

"Yes, Mr. Song."

He lifted the corner of the blanket, rolled onto the bed, and his slender body naturally covered him. His large hands, still carrying the fragrance and warmth of his bath, very naturally slipped into the young man's slightly open hospital gown.

... ...

The ward fell silent in the early hours of the morning.

Song Yunxi leaned weakly against the man's chest, the sweat on her body already wiped away with a damp towel.

While massaging his slightly sore lower back and abdomen, Shen Chonglu leaned his face closer, as if seeking praise:

"President Song, how many points would you give for your performance tonight? I think it deserves full marks."

Song Yunqi's eyelids were heavy, and the corners of her eyes still held traces of redness. Her clear, cool voice was slightly hoarse.

"very."

Shen Chonglu's eyes lit up, and he immediately grinned foolishly, giving him a loud kiss on the forehead.

"A perfect score is fine too, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Song!"

……

Since that day, Shen Chonglu's time has been completely filled every day.

Now that he's been appointed as the vice president of Shen's Group, he can no longer work as sporadically as he did when he was a junior assistant. During the day, he has to go back to Shen's Group to handle the backlog of important matters and is very busy.

After get off work, she would rush to the hospital without fail to bring Song Yunqi delicious and nutritious meals and take care of his daily life in every detail.

In addition, he secretly mobilized all his family's connections and resources to search the entire city for the whereabouts of Su Shen and Meng Zhaoyuan.

Song Yunxi was a restless person; he didn't like being idle in the hospital, so he completed the discharge procedures on the afternoon of the third day.

Shen Chonglu stood at the door of the ward carrying a suitcase and handed his phone to Song Yunxi.

The screen displayed several newly sent photos from the scene, along with a detailed report from a subordinate.

"The person has been found."

Shen Chonglu reached out and put his arm around Song Yunqi's waist, shielding him from the breeze in the corridor, and whispered:

"Meng Zhaoyuan and Su Shen are both alive, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Su Shen was slightly injured but not seriously, and his life is not in danger at the moment. Meng Zhaoyuan is fine, and I have arranged for someone to take care of him at a local private hospital."

Looking at the two people in the photo, both safe and sound, Song Yunqi's nerves, which had been taut for days, finally settled down.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated considerably.

"I want to go to Haishi."

Shen Chonglu was taken aback, then quickly grabbed his wrist, his brows furrowing instantly: "To Haishi?"

"You've just been discharged from the hospital. After all that trouble, you're very weak. The doctor specifically told you to rest."

"They got involved because of my situation."

Song Yunqi stopped and turned to look at Shen Chonglu, her eyes firm and calm:

"Meng Zhaoyuan and Su Shen are both my friends. They never backed down when I was in my most difficult time. Now that they have just escaped danger, I can't just sit here and ignore them."

"Your body can't take it—"

"Shen Chonglu".

Song Yunqi interrupted his advice and said softly, "I know very well what I'm doing, and with you here watching over me, there won't be any problems."

Shen Chonglu met the young man's clear and persistent gaze, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he finally sighed.

He knew Song Yunqi's temperament best. She seemed cold, arrogant, and unapproachable, but deep down she was extremely loyal and affectionate. Once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

"I give up."

Shen Chonglu helplessly squeezed his fingertips and conceded:

"The private jet is ready."

"You can go, but once you get to Haishi, you must obey my instructions and not take an extra step."