We agreed it was just a hug, why did you actually do it?

Su Weile felt that being made to cry or faint was a shameful act that he could not tolerate, but he had experienced it all today.

When Tang Shaowu finally left with great reluctance, Su Weile's voice was already hoarse and she could no longer speak.

But he still cursed viciously, "Tang Shaowu, I fucking want to kill you, you despicable scoundrel."

In a very pleasant mood, he kissed the person he loved more and more for the umpteenth time tonight.

"I'm sorry, it always hurts a little the first time, but it will pass."

"Shut up, shut up. Tang Shaowu, are you fucking deaf? I said stop, stop, stop, but you just won't listen. Believe me or not, I'll really beat you to death."

Tang Shaowu also earnestly explained, "I really can't stop, Lele, you have no idea how amazing you are."

Su Weile couldn't stand it any longer and looked away, her voice sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"I told you not to do that position, not to do that position, but you wouldn't listen. You bastard, all night long, apart from that one sentence about 'let's try,' you wouldn't listen to a single word I said."

Tang Shaowu gently massaged him, patiently explaining, "Su Weile, I want to look at you, and you want to look at me too. Always only look at me."

Su Weile, now spotless, was aching all over, but utterly exhausted. He was about to fall asleep, still muttering to himself.

"You bastard, do you think this position is suitable for you given the time and intensity? You might as well just tear me apart!"

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, Su Weile temporarily forgot about maintaining her pride and muttered a complaint under her breath.

"It hurt so much at first, it made me feel like I was withering away."

Tang Shaowu had a faint, genuine smile on his lips as he gently massaged Su Weile.

"I'm sorry, Lele, I love you."

Su Weile fell asleep just before dawn and started to have a fever in the morning.

He was talking in his sleep, and Tang Shaowu was taking good care of him, giving him medicine and applying medication.

Su Weile's temperature gradually decreased before she entered a deep sleep.

Tang Shaowu, however, stayed by the bedside, watching Su Weile intently as she slept.

It wasn't until the afternoon, after the sun had set, that Su Weile finally woke up.

The fever has subsided, but my whole body aches as if I've been severely beaten.

Before he even opened his eyes, his brows were already furrowed.

A pair of slightly cool hands touched her forehead. After checking her temperature and finding it normal, she gently asked, "Are you awake? Would you like some water?"

Su Weile opened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Um, drink some water. Tang Shaowu, my body hurts so much."

Tang Shaowu fed Su Weile some water. Then he called room service to have some food brought over.

Su Weile was indeed a little hungry. His body ached from the nap, but his mind was already full of energy.

"Tang Shaowu, I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, I want to eat oxtail hot pot, and I want to eat lamb shank."

Tang Shaowu glanced at him indifferently. "Do you need me to take you to the restroom?"

Su Weile blushed again and deliberately raised her voice to say...

"Shut up, I can run and jump now."

When Su Weile came out of the bathroom and saw the light yet nourishing congee on the dining table, she pursed her lips.

But when they actually sat down to eat, they beamed with joy.

"It's so delicious! It would be even better if there were pan-fried dumplings and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

Tang Shaowu looked at Su Weile with a gentle smile and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Su Weile buried her head in her porridge, pretending not to hear.

After finishing her meal, Su Weile insisted on going out to play, saying she wanted to go to a live-action shooting range at a nightclub.

Tang Shaowu's answer was simply, "No way."

Then they told him to go back to bed, turned on the projector, and let him choose a movie. Su Weile grumbled unhappily, but there was nothing they could do.

And he did feel that his body was not feeling well.

There was a knocking sound at the door, and Tang Shaowu got up and went to open it.

Su Weile listened intently.

"Young Master Tang, this is something Young Master Yan asked me to deliver. He said it was airlifted here as quickly as possible. Hopefully, it will arrive in time."

"Okay, please tell your young master thank you for me, and thank you for your hard work."

"Young Master Tang, you're too kind. I'll head back now."

Tang Shaowu walked in carrying a box.

Su Weile, the curious baby, is online.

"What?! A huge block of ice for you? Airfreighted? What? Let me see it!"

Tang Shaowu removed the outer packaging, revealing an exquisite metal box inside. He glanced at it and handed it to Su Weile.

Then she went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

When he returned, he saw Su Weile still playing with it, and his eyes darkened.

Su Weile ate the fruit platter Tang Shaowu had given him earlier, then looked up and asked, "What's this? Toys? Are you all so childish? Airlifting toys to play with?"

Su Weile demonstrated the game to Tang Shaowu while playing it.

"It opens like this, and there's a small space inside. What can you put there? There's also a small chain on the outside? Like a keychain?"

Tang Shaowu expressionlessly took the item from Su Weile's hand and placed it directly into a container that was clearly designed for him. Then he gently explained, "Disinfecting."

Then he took out a strip of medicine and opened it, releasing a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Tang Shaowu took out the small device, opened it, and put the medicine inside. The small, keychain-like object slowly began to warm up, and the aroma of the medicine became even stronger.

Tang Shaowu, seeing Su Weile watching intently, continued to explain.

"This was designed by Yan Zhengke's overseas research team specifically for Zhou Xiaoman. I asked him for one."

He said it works very well, but the target audience is too small; otherwise, it could be patented and mass-produced.

Su Weile's face grew increasingly red with Tang Shaowu's words. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Where...where should I put it?"

Tang Shaowu touched his face without answering, but Su Weile had already guessed what was going on.

Su Weile immediately shook her head, "I don't want it, I don't need it, I'm fine, I don't want it."

Tang Shaowu's expression was somewhat serious and angry.

"Su Weile, don't be angry. We won't do what we did yesterday just once. It's part of our life together from now on, and it's good for your health. You don't need to put in the effort; I'll take care of everything and help you."

"I said I don't want it, and I mean it. I don't like this stuff, I'm fine, really fine."

Su Weile argued loudly, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

Tang Shaowu stopped talking and just stared at him. Su Weile avoided his gaze, looking at the projector and pretending to be choosing a movie, but he wasn't really paying attention to anything on the screen.

Tang Shaowu spoke again, his voice unusually cold.

"Do you find my love for you an insult?"

Su Weile frowned slightly and said softly, "I didn't mean that."

Tang Shaowu immediately pressed, "What does that mean? Does it mean I can't touch it anymore?"

Su Weile felt that Tang Shaowu was becoming paranoid again, and he shouted loudly.

"No, it's not that~~ Can't it just be that I'm embarrassed? Can't it just be that I think it's weird?"

Tang Shaowu's voice was always so calm, only it grew colder and colder.

"Strange? Yes! You always find it strange!"

Kissing me is strange, and it was strange when I first started helping you with your hand, so of course it's even stranger now.

My liking, my love. It didn't make you happy, it just made you feel strange.

Then, you start to worry—you're worried you'll become a strange person? Is that right? What's next? Have you thought of a good solution? How can you not become strange? Isn't it enough to just leave me, this strange person, and return to your normal life?

Su Weile also got angry. "Can you stop twisting things like this? I just said I don't want to do this, and you're making such a big deal out of it. Can you stop overthinking it? I just simply don't want to use this, okay?"

Su Weile essentially yelled it out at the end.

After he finished yelling, the room was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock and Su Weile's angry breathing could be heard.

Neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other in silence.

After a long silence, Tang Shaowu spoke, his voice deep and cold, unlike anything Su Weile had ever heard before.

The demon lurking in the shadows within Tang Shaowu's heart is slowly awakening, gradually revealing its hideous face in the darkest corner of his mind.

"Su Weile, I'll just ask you one question. Think it through before you answer! You—regret it—, don't you?"