Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

The silence was awkward.

Xu An'an looked at him without saying a word.

Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "I still feel... pain."

Xu An'an crossed her arms and watched him perform quietly.

Yan Heng felt a little guilty under her gaze, cleared his throat, and tried to make amends: "I always accidentally press on my wound when I sleep..."

"So," Xu An'an interrupted, raising an eyebrow, "you want me to watch you sleep?"

"I—" Yan Heng hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Those who have long held positions of power are ultimately unaccustomed to playing the victim.

He paused for a moment, then took a few steps forward and stood in front of Xu An'an.

Bow down.

Stare into her eyes.

"Stay at my place. I miss you."

? !

I never expected Yan Heng to suddenly play such a straightforward game.

Xu An'an was frozen in place by those last three words.

His entire face turned red rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rosy blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a thin layer of pink.

This change, of course, did not escape Yan Heng's watchful eyes.

He subtly curved his lips into a smile, a hint of laughter flickering in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered the three words Xu An'an had said not long ago.

She loves him.

It's not about liking,

It's not about pitying,

It is love.

Yan Heng's heart pounded faster with a tingling sensation.

An unknown substance spread from his chest cavity, flowing through his blood to his limbs and bones, making his fingertips feel numb.

He cleared his throat, extended his injured left arm, and gently grasped Xu An'an's wrist.

At the same time, he bent down.

His breath was close to her ear, his voice low and deep:

You can break free from me anytime.

Warm breath brushed past my ear, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through my legs.

Yan Heng's high, straight nose tip could almost brush against the fine downy hairs on Xu An'an's ear.

Xu An'an couldn't help but shrink her neck.

I really haven't improved at all. I've been with Yan Heng for so long, how come I still blush and have my heart race when he suddenly gets close to me?

But Yan Heng's voice is so beautiful.

Low and slightly hoarse.

Like the resonance of a cello's bass string being slowly pulled, it has a magnetic quality that can drown you.

Especially when someone speaks close to your ear, the sound seems to strike your most sensitive nerve, causing you to momentarily lose your composure.

She steadied herself and was about to distance herself from Yan Heng when she heard that seductive voice ring out in her ears once again.

This time, however, it clearly carried a blatant and fearless threat:

"But if you break free, it will... hurt a lot."

It wasn't until Yan Heng closed the door behind her that Xu An'an snapped out of her daze.

Actually, she had already planned to come and take care of Yan Heng.

She was walking towards her house just now because she wanted to go back and take a shower and change her clothes.

Who knew Yan Heng would suddenly pull this stunt, using both directness and feigned weakness to completely disrupt her plans.

She gently turned her wrist, which had been held, and murmured, "Let me...let me go home first."

"Why go back?"

Yan Heng did not loosen his grip in the slightest.

Xu An'an blushed and her voice became even softer, "I...I'll go back and take a shower first..."

Yan Heng refused to budge, saying, "I'll wash it at my house."

"..."

"What's wrong? It's not like you haven't washed your clothes at my house before."

Yan Heng's tone carried a hint of nonchalance.

The hand holding Xu An'an showed no intention of letting go, as if it had no intention of letting Xu An'an go back no matter what.

Left with no other choice, Xu An'an could only stomp her foot and glare at him.

"Then I need to go back and get some clean clothes!"

Yan Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her face.

She looked up at him, her eyes tinged with a blush.

The blush spread from the corner of her eye all the way to her cheekbone, and then gently spread across her cheeks, like a newly ripened peach, white with a hint of pink, so juicy that it would burst with juice if you pinched it lightly.

Her lips were slightly upturned, plump and glistening with a moist sheen under the light, as if silently inviting something.

Yan Heng suddenly felt very thirsty.

He rolled his dry throat.

"Okay, I'll go with you to get it."

......

They called it accompanying someone, but it was practically surveillance.

While Xu An'an was looking for clothes, Yan Heng leaned against the door frame and watched her.

Although they maintained a certain distance and did not interfere with Xu An'an's actions, she felt that Yan Heng's gaze was like a net, and she had nowhere to hide.

Even when her back was turned to him, Xu An'an could feel the heavy weight of his gaze.

Xu An'an felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and even packing her things took her much longer than usual. She hurriedly grabbed a few items before he silently urged her to leave.

As she stepped out of the room, she vaguely felt as if she had forgotten something.

It wasn't until she finished showering at Yan Heng's house and stood in the bathroom that she realized she had forgotten to bring something.

pajamas.

She forgot her pajamas.

The hot water made her skin turn red.

A misty fog filled the entire bathroom, and a hazy layer of water vapor condensed on the mirror.

She stood under the showerhead, staring at the thin line in the grout between the tiles, and remained silent for a long time.

Xu An'an had always slept on the second floor of Yan Heng's house and used the private suite bathroom on the second floor.

Just now, Yan Heng told her that the water pressure on the second floor has been unstable for the past two days, and the water heater is also broken, so Xu An'an should take a shower in the bathroom on the first floor for now.

The bathroom on the first floor is separate.

Although the wet and dry areas are separated, it faces directly into the living room.

After the sound of flowing water stopped, Xu An'an could even hear Yan Heng's footsteps occasionally in the living room.

What should I do?!

Xu An'an wanted to cry but had no tears.

Having gotten used to living in suites, she usually comes out wrapped in a bath towel after showering, blow-dries herself, and then changes into her home clothes.

I never bring clothes into the bathroom.

Xu An'an looked at the white chiffon dress she had taken off, which was now completely soaked, and then at the bath towel next to her that was only long enough to barely cover her hips.

After comparing the two options, I finally chose the third one.

She steeled herself and called out towards the door, "Yan Heng!"

There was silence outside the door for a few seconds, then footsteps could be heard.

"What's wrong?"

The bathroom door was made of gray oak, with only a narrow strip of frosted glass in the middle, allowing at most a blurry black shadow to pass through.

Although she knew that Yan Heng couldn't see her at all, hearing his voice so close made Xu An'an, who was completely naked, feel an indescribable sense of shame.

She quickly grabbed a towel from the shelf and hurriedly wrapped it around herself before speaking again:

"that......"

Thinking about what she was going to say, she still felt embarrassed. "I forgot to bring my pajamas. Do you have any new pajamas that I can borrow...?"

Her voice grew softer and softer until she could barely hear herself anymore.

But Yan Heng, who was outside the door, miraculously understood it.

"Okay, I'll go get it."

Yan Heng moved quickly, and soon the footsteps approached again.

"It's been left at the door."

The voice came through the door, low and slightly unnaturally hoarse, "...I'm going back to my bedroom."

Only after hearing his footsteps fade into the distance did Xu An'an cautiously open the door a crack.

She stretched out only a section of her fair arm, touched the soft fabric, quickly took it inside, and closed the door.

However, when she unfolded the garment, she was completely stunned.

These aren't pajamas.

Yan Heng gave it to her.

It's clearly an oversized men's white shirt!

and--

It's the same outfit he wore just two days ago!