Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

As expected, Jin Si Nian will sleep with Zhi Zhi again at night.

When Nan Zhi came out of the shower, he was already waiting outside the door, his shirt open and his legs spread wide. He waved to her as she came out: "Zhi Zhi, come here."

As soon as Nan Zhi stepped closer, the man who had been waiting for her reached out and pulled her into his arms, making her sit steadily on his lap.

His warm, scorching breath sprayed all over her ears and cheeks, intimate and tender, carrying a long-suppressed heat.

"Child, why did it take you so long to wash?"

Jin Si Nian nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose, his eyes dark and deep.

He remembered clearly that he would only spend a long time in the bathroom when Nan Zhi was washing her hair.

She clearly hadn't washed her hair tonight, yet she still stayed inside for a long time.

Are you avoiding him?

He slightly raised his thin lips, his tone carrying a hint of lazy possessiveness, and whispered seductively, "I really have to wash Zhizhi myself, that way it'll be faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and placed a gentle, light kiss on her soft cheek.

He immediately suppressed his joking thoughts, his fingertips gently caressing her slender waist. Remembering Doctor Pei's instructions during the day, his voice was hoarse: "The doctor said you are weak and need to go to bed early and get up early to rest properly."

"Zhizhi, let's finish early today and then rest, okay?"

Warm lips slowly approached, barely touching hers.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Nan Zhi's heart tightened. She quickly raised her hand to cover his lips, her eyelashes trembling in panic, her voice timid and stammering, "Let's...let's go to sleep..."

She knows Kingsyear too well.

If I let him kiss and entangle me these next few days, things will inevitably escalate to the point of no return.

After countless intimate encounters, he was always the one who lost control. In the end, he could only force himself to suppress his desires, take a cold shower alone to cool down, or take care of himself.

He was the one who suffered.

Since he doesn't want to sleep in separate rooms, it's better to avoid kissing and physical contact.

He easily pried her fingers apart, his narrow eyes filled with desire, obsessive and domineering, his deep voice laced with heat: "I want it."

Before Nan Zhi could react, he leaned down and bit her soft lips, initially with a bit of punitive force, then gradually slowed down, his tongue freely exploring, deepening the lingering kiss.

With a sudden lightness in her body, Nan Zhi was pushed onto the bed by him.

The soft bedding enveloped her body. Jin Si Nian leaned down and encircled her within his embrace, lingeringly caressing and licking her reddened lips. His breathing was heavy, and his voice was ambiguous and hoarse: "Zhi Zhi, did you secretly cast a spell on me?"

Why is it that whenever I get close to you, I can't help but want to kiss you?

His inner desires were aroused, and his heart clamored for something more.

Nan Zhi turned her head away in embarrassment, her ears turning bright red, and stammered, "You...you just...want to be with a woman..."

"Nonsense."

Jin Nian gripped her chin, forcing her to turn and look at him directly, his eyes serious yet obsessive: "There has never been another woman in my mind."

"Besides, Zhizhi is a woman, so it's only natural for me to miss you, isn't it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Nan Zhi any chance to refute him. He lowered his head again and covered her lips with a hot, burning kiss.

His broad, warm hands gripped her small hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, pressing firmly against the bedding. He poured all the restlessness and emotions that had been building up in his heart into this long, passionate kiss.

I don't know why, but every time we do that, he likes to force me to hold his hand tightly.

His hands were always clenched so tightly they were like iron, impossible to separate.

In the end, Kings still didn't get to eat it.

At the last minute, he resisted the urge to get up and go to the bathroom to soak in cold water, and took care of it himself.

Nan Zhi adjusted the straps of her torn nightgown. Was he really alright?

I already told you not to kiss, just go to sleep.

If he gets sick, or if anything happens to his health, Mrs. Jin will start nagging her again.

He was sick before; he's not a superhero.

She had a fever and a cold before; that was during her second year here.

At that time, she and Kings began to communicate more.

He was very busy with work that time. He was supposed to come back from his business trip and sleep with her.

That time was an exception; he didn't come back but stayed at the company. She didn't see Jin Nian for three days, plus the seven days he had been away on a business trip, for a full ten days.

The next time she saw him was at the hospital. Mrs. Jin called and scolded her. At that time, she was watering flowers in the backyard when Aunt Qing answered the phone and called her over.

She initially thought it was Jin Si Nian calling, but it turned out to be Mrs. Jin. She scolded her: "Si Nian is sick, and you haven't shown any concern or taken care of him, not even a word of comfort!"

"My son is sick, and you still have the leisure to water the flowers? Get your ass over here at the hospital and take care of him!"

After the call was disconnected, Nan Zhi practically ran to the hospital.

When the door was opened, only Jin Si Nian was sitting there reading a book, with a bowl of chicken porridge beside him.

Hearing the door open, Jin Si Nian looked up, his dark eyes instantly losing all their aloofness and indifference, replaced by a gentle tenderness. His tone was calm and natural, as if he had been certain she would come: "You're here."

Nan Zhi clutched the clothes in her hands, her gaze sweeping across the ward. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but with a hint of hesitation, stammered, "Where...where is Madam?"

She had never taken care of a man before, let alone a sick man like Kings, and she had been feeling uneasy the whole way there.

Jin Si Nian closed the book, casually set it aside, moved the water glass beside him, leaned lazily against the headboard, and stated the answer bluntly: "Mother has already returned to the old house."

After saying that, he looked up at the girl, a hint of something subtle hidden in his eyes, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "I'm hungry, Zhizhi, feed me."

He remained calm and waited quietly for her to feed him.

Nan Zhi didn't ask any more questions. She silently put down the clothes in her hands, picked up the bowl of chicken porridge on the bedside table, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

The warm, soft porridge dispelled some of the illness from my body.

Nan Zhi's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the spoon. The doubts that had been building up in her heart for so long finally surfaced. After a long hesitation, she softly asked, "You...why did you suddenly get sick?"

A simple question caused the tenderness in Jin Si Nian's eyes to vanish abruptly.

He glanced at her sideways, his eyes deep and unfathomable, filled with the grievances and resentment that had been building up for days.

The root cause of his illness was partly the fatigue from consecutive days of high-intensity business trips and partly the emotional distress he was experiencing.

Jin Si Nian's thin lips parted slightly, his tone laced with probing and coldness: "Zhi Zhi, are you truly concerned?"

If she truly cared about him, how could she go on a business trip for seven days without making a single phone call or replying to a single message?

Even though she knew he was back from his business trip, she didn't come home for three days and didn't even mention coming to see him.

The air froze instantly.

The blunt question made Nan Zhi freeze. She slowly put down the spoon in her hand, looked at him with clear eyes, and said earnestly but hesitantly, "I...I care."

After a moment of silence, she mustered her courage and asked another question that had been lingering in her mind: "Why...don't you go home to sleep?"

Jin Si Nian kept his lips slightly parted, not answering, stubbornly waiting for her to continue feeding him.

Helpless, Nan Zhi scooped up the porridge again and fed it to him. He swallowed the last mouthful of chicken porridge.

Jin Si lazily lifted his eyelids, his tone cold and defiant, and simply uttered a single word: "Busy."