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

Although my current situation is inextricably linked to Shen Chonglu, ultimately it is because I was not in my right mind that night, could not withstand the effects of the drug, and took the initiative to ask Shen Chonglu not to use protection.

My current attitude is undoubtedly taking my anger out on the other party.

So Song Yunqi turned her head away indifferently and remained silent.

With permission granted, Shen Chonglu's taut jawline finally relaxed slightly.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief, then skillfully poured a glass of warm water. After testing the temperature several times, he took a clean plastic straw, folded it, and handed it to the young man's lips.

Because she had been receiving intravenous fluids, Song Yunqi wasn't actually thirsty, but her throat felt like it was on fire, which was very uncomfortable.

He didn't refuse and drank a few sips from the other person's hand.

Because they were so close, Shen Chonglu could clearly see the beautiful Adam's apple on Song Yunqi's slender neck, which slid up and down with each swallow.

The strong smell of disinfectant in the air seemed to be diluted at this moment by the unique, faint, cool fragrance emanating from the young man.

Shen Chonglu's gaze inevitably followed his chin and landed on the collarbone hidden under the blue and white striped hospital gown.

The faint traces of purplish-blue marks left by his rough biting in the entryway tonight were still visible on it.

Those marks stood out vividly against her pale skin.

That's the mark he left behind.

The fingers gripping the water glass suddenly tightened.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as a surge of rage, a mixture of heartache, guilt, and primal desire, rose from the depths of his heart.

I want to hug him.

I want to melt this iceberg with my burning body.

I want to bite those thin lips that always utter cruel words.

I want to tell him, "Look at me, do you love me?"

But these chaotic thoughts had barely surfaced when they were extinguished without a trace when they met Song Yunqi's clear and cold eyes.

Shen Chonglu awkwardly withdrew his hand and placed the half-full glass of water on the cabinet.

He turned around, his back to the hospital bed, and breathed heavily in the dry air of the ward, trying to suppress the inappropriate impulse in his heart.

"You should get some sleep first; the IV drip will be running for a long time."

His voice was even hoarser than before, low and emotionless.

He pulled over a soft stool and sat down near the bed, making it clear that he intended to stay with the patient all night.

Song Yunxi withdrew her gaze, ignoring his presumptuous actions, and slowly lay down with her eyes closed.

Silence returned to the ward.

……

Shen Chonglu was unusually quiet and well-behaved for the next two days.

I don't know if it's because he's ashamed to face Song Yunxi, or if he thinks it's his own negligence that led to the current situation.

He was like the most qualified and silent shadow, hovering on the edge of Song Yunqi's life, trying his best to minimize his presence and pleasing her in every way possible, for fear of upsetting her.

Every day, he personally bought the best-reputed medicinal food in Beijing, skimmed off the oil from the bone broth, and blew on it to cool it before feeding it to Song Yunqi.

Even though Song Yunqi never gave him a smile or even a glance, Shen Chonglu remained without complaint.

On the evening of the third day, the attending physician came in again.

"The situation has stabilized a lot, and various indicators have also rebounded."

Looking at the latest test results, the female doctor said, "No food or water tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, and enter the operating room promptly at nine o'clock."

Upon hearing the surgery arrangements, Shen Chonglu, who had been huddled in the corner, suddenly looked up, his shoulders shaking violently.

"This...this fast?"

He spoke with difficulty, glancing cautiously at Song Yunqi, who was leaning against the bed.

The young man remained calm; even when he heard the surgery arrangements, his eyelashes didn't flutter. He simply nodded calmly to the doctor.

"Okay, thank you, doctor. Thank you for your help."

That night, a muggy thunderstorm swept through Beijing.

Thunder rumbled dully across the night sky outside the window, and large raindrops pounded against the double-glazed windows with heavy thuds.

Song Yunxi did not sleep well.

Perhaps because he was going to have surgery the next day, he began to feel a slight, tingling sensation in his lower abdomen from the evening onwards.

The feeling wasn't intense, but it was like having barbed thorns, tormenting his fragile nerves bit by bit.

She instinctively rolled over, curled up, and instinctively covered her abdomen with her hands.

In the darkness, a rustling sound came from afar.

The next second, a familiar yet scalding masculine scent suddenly approached.

Shen Chonglu had taken off his shoes at some point, and, supporting his tall frame, carefully lay down on the outer edge of the bed.

He didn't press his whole body against him; instead, he stretched out his strong, long arm, went around the young man's back, and gently covered the back of his somewhat cold hand with his palm.

Song Yunxi's body was exceptionally sensitive, and she stiffened slightly the moment she touched that intense heat.

"Get out of here."

His voice rang out in the darkness, tinged with a hint of anger, as he made a move to push the person away.

"Don't move, Yunqi... just for one night."

Shen Chonglu did not let go.

His chest pressed tightly against Song Yunqi's sweaty back, transmitting his continuous heat through two thin layers of clothing.

His large hand pressed firmly on the soon-to-be-empty abdomen.

I know you're not feeling well.

The man buried his head in the soft flesh behind Song Yunqi's neck, his voice heavy with nasal tones, extremely hoarse.

The newly grown stubble on his chin was slightly prickly, causing a subtle stinging sensation on the young man's delicate neck skin.

"Let me keep it company on this last night..."

"Consider this a farewell..."

The man's palm was frighteningly hot; the heat penetrated his skin, as if it were being directly pressed against Song Yunqi's spasming lower abdomen.

Perhaps the baby sensed the presence of another father, because the persistent pain in the uterus finally subsided.

The unbearable soreness was miraculously relieved somewhat under this forceful envelopment.

Song Yunxi's long eyelashes trembled violently.

Feeling the almost desperate trembling from the solid body behind him, and the warm, damp patch that had somehow spread across his neck.

"Baby... I'm sorry... Daddy shouldn't have brought you into this world."

The usually arrogant and domineering dog was now cowering, crying like a pitiful creature who had lost its soul.

Song Yunxi's outstretched left hand remained suspended in mid-air for a long time before slowly falling back onto the bedding.

He stopped struggling and stopped trying to drive him away.

Amidst the torrential rain and rumbling thunder, two souls, each with their own thoughts, draw upon each other's last moments of warmth on this narrow hospital bed.