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

Yan Heng had one hand draped over his suit jacket, the top button of his black shirt undone, and his tie loosely askew, as if he had rushed out without having time to put it on.

A few stray hairs fell down, partially obscuring his deep-set eyes and making his nose appear even more prominent.

That handsome face, usually etched with seriousness and aloofness, now exuded a rebellious and roguish air.

Xu An'an subconsciously gripped her coffee cup tighter, and couldn't help but recall the words of the nurse at the hospital:

"He's only 18 and already so handsome, how handsome must he be now?"

indeed.

Yan Heng now... is indeed ridiculously handsome.

Perhaps it was because of that "dream" that Xu An'an felt her face getting hot.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Did you stay at this hotel yesterday too?"

"Um."

Yan Heng leaned against the side of the elevator, his expression somewhat unnatural. He was about to say something when his gaze fell on the coffee in her hand.

He grabbed Xu An'an's wrist, which was holding the coffee, his face grim: "You're drinking it iced?"

Seeing Yan Heng suddenly approach, Xu An'an was startled. The scene from her "dream" unconsciously resurfaced. Afraid that Yan Heng would notice, she turned her face away, subconsciously trying to create distance between herself and him.

"What does it have to do with you if you let go..."

Something he said suddenly angered Yan Heng, and he tightened his grip. "What did you say?"

Xu An'an felt like her wrist bones were about to be crushed by his grip. She slapped him in pain, "Yan Heng, what's wrong with you?"

What did a normal iced Americano, meant to reduce swelling, have to do with him?

Seeing Xu An'an scratching at his hand like a kitten, Yan Heng's jaw tightened. He suddenly stepped forward, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, and pinned Xu An'an against the narrow gap between himself and the elevator wall, gritting his teeth: "It has nothing to do with me?"

"Xu An'an, you're in my film crew now, so whatever you do is none of my business!"

A deep voice, carrying the familiar scent of cedar, swept over her, leaving Xu An'an, behind her sunglasses, dumbfounded.

What does this even mean...?

Why has Yan Heng's temper become so terrible?!

She was both angry and annoyed, her hangover making her dizzy, and she struggled to get up: "Yan Heng! Get off me! Are you crazy?!"

Yan Heng remained motionless, letting Xu An'an twist and pound against his chest.

But the plastic outer layer of the coffee cup is so thin, how could it withstand the force of two people?

With a hiss, the cup twisted, and brown coffee mixed with ice gushed out of the rim, spilling onto the floor along with the two people's intertwined wrists.

Great, now nobody needs to drink.

Xu An'an, panting heavily, glared at Yan Heng through her sunglasses.

He's totally messed up!

After a long while, Yan Heng released his grip, silently took two steps back, and leaned heavily against the cold elevator wall.

"I'm sorry..." He bent slightly, irritably running his hand through his messy, coarse black hair, his voice deep and hoarse:

"You drank too much yesterday, so you can't have anything cold today."

So that's why...

Xu An'an rubbed her reddened wrist and sighed helplessly.

How come you're still not able to speak properly even after growing up so much...?

She took off her sunglasses, pointed to her still slightly red and swollen eyes, and said earnestly, "I drank the iced Americano to reduce the swelling. I have to go for a makeup session this afternoon, and I can't go like this—"

"Why is your face so red?"

Yan Heng frowned.

She hadn't noticed it while wearing sunglasses, but now two unnatural flushes appeared on Xu An'an's cheeks.

"Really?" Xu An'an was taken aback, raising her hand to touch her cheeks. "No way, I just put ice packs on them..."

Ignoring her words, Yan Heng reached out and touched Xu An'an's forehead.

"Hey!" Xu An'an exclaimed, shrinking back in surprise, "Your hands are so cold!"

Yan Heng's hands had just touched the ice water, so it was indeed difficult to estimate the temperature. After a moment's thought, he suddenly grabbed Xu An'an's thin shoulders and leaned down towards her.

Seeing the handsome face suddenly approaching, Xu An'an's breath caught in her throat. She quickly lowered her head, her mind buzzing.

What is he going to do?

The next second, Yan Heng's wisps of hair brushed against Xu An'an's forehead, and with a breath, his cool forehead touched Xu An'an's. The tips of their high noses lightly touched in the air, as if they hadn't actually touched.

"!"

The heartbeat, like a drum, pounded against Xu An'an's eardrums.

Yan Heng was too close to her, so close that he stole all the air that belonged to her. Her mind went blank, and a wave of dizziness from lack of oxygen washed over her.

Her vision went black, and she involuntarily fell backward.

In a dizzying moment, Yan Heng lifted her up by the waist and carried her horizontally in his arms.

With a soft "ding," the elevator arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

Yan Heng carried Xu An'an and strode towards the hotel entrance.

In the last second before Xu An'an lost consciousness, she felt a rapid vibration in her chest beside her:

"Xu An'an, you have a fever."

...

When she woke up again, Xu An'an was lying in a hospital bed receiving an IV drip.

She turned her head, her hazy eyes gradually focusing, and the first thing she saw was a handsome face.

Yan Heng was leaning back on the wooden chair by the bed, dozing off with his eyes closed. His long legs were bent awkwardly in the cramped space, making him look somewhat pitiful.

His large, thick hand rested on her knee, his palm loosely holding a section of an IV tubing.

Xu An'an was stunned. He actually remembered this?!

A warm current suddenly struck my heart, surging out with each heartbeat.

When Xu An'an was very young, she had a severe allergic reaction to IV drips, which left her with a phobia of them ever since.

Every time the cold liquid flowed into her body through the syringe, she felt a deathly fear.

Grandma tried many methods, and finally found that as long as she held the first part of the medicine in her hand and gently heated it, Xu An'an would feel much better.

From that time on, whenever Xu An'an went to the hospital as a child, her grandmother would sit on a small stool next to her, holding that small section of the IV tube.

—Just like what Yan Heng is doing now.

This was something Xu An'an told him by chance during the filming of "The Last Goodnight".

The movie features numerous scenes of an older sister accompanying her younger brother to the hospital while he receives an IV drip.

Once Xu An'an gets into character, she unconsciously holds that small section of flexible tubing. One day, Director Shao asked her why she added this design, and she briefly recounted her childhood experiences to Yan Heng.

After she finished work and got home that day, Yan Heng suddenly called out to her, "Xu An'an, are you still afraid of IV drips?"

Xu An'an was stunned for a moment before reacting, then smiled and waved her hand: "I'm not afraid anymore. Look how old I am, I'm not that dramatic anymore. But," she changed the subject, tilting her head slightly:

"Making that part of the IV drip warmer does make it more comfortable."

"Okay, I've got it." 18-year-old Yan Heng said solemnly.

"?" Xu An'an was a little confused by his deep, serious eyes. "What did you remember?"

Although Yan Heng already had broad shoulders and long legs at that time, he still had some of the youthful naiveté and thinness unique to teenagers.

The boy turned around, looked deeply at Xu An'an, and spoke, word by word:

"I'll hold that part for you when you get an IV drip in the future."

Xu An'an didn't pay much attention to it back then, but unexpectedly, after so many years, he actually remembered it.

Why?

Is it because he has an exceptionally good memory?

Xu An'an recalled what had happened in the elevator. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but it seemed that Yan Heng's concern for her went a little beyond the boundaries of friendship...

Could it be that he...