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

On the dark sea, Xu An'an's eyes shone exceptionally bright.

Yan Heng was taken aback by her gaze, feeling as if something had gently bumped into him from somewhere deep inside.

He swallowed hard, his voice involuntarily becoming a few decibels hoarse: "What do you remember?"

Xu An'an stared at that excessively handsome face.

The candlelight on the candlestick flickered in Yan Heng's eyes with the shadow of the sea breeze, like a cluster of flames about to ignite a prairie fire.

Her slightly tipsy eyes seemed to possess a captivating magic; even though she hadn't been drinking, Xu An'an felt as if she were already drunk.

She raised her hand and gently covered Yan Heng's eyes, pressing slightly to signal him to lower his head a little.

Yan Heng's breath hitched, and he leaned down following her force.

Xu An'an then tiptoed closer and whispered in his ear, "I remember this..."

Sensing Yan Heng's obvious stiffness, Xu An'an smiled with satisfaction.

She tilted her head slightly and gently rubbed against Yan Heng's high, straight nose.

Between breaths, her voice was faint, almost elusive, "You still remember this..."

Yan Heng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Xu An'an continued downwards, pausing for half a second in front of his slightly parted lips.

Exhaling soft breaths,

"I remember this too..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the initiative to press her lips to hers.

An invisible string snapped suddenly.

Xu An'an's initiative lasted for less than a second—

Yan Heng suddenly grabbed her waist and deepened the kiss, taking the initiative.

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity. When they finally parted, both of them were nearly out of breath and gasping for air.

Even though they were on a vast, open sea, the air between them felt frighteningly thick.

They had kissed too many times that night, each time pushing them to the brink of losing control.

This can't go on—Xu An'an thought.

If left unchecked, she doesn't know what she might do in accordance with her instincts.

Reason gradually returned to the body along with the oxygen.

She gently pushed Yan Heng away and walked towards another direction on the deck.

Yan Heng seemed to realize the same problem, and instead of stopping her, he stayed where he was, leaning against the railing and slightly bending over to calm his impulse.

When the two of them finally calmed down, they realized that the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Xu An'an looked at the distant horizon and realized that there were some things she had to say.

"Yan Heng," she said, her back to him, her breathing steady, "thank you for giving me such a wonderful birthday today. It's the happiest birthday of my life."

She paused, then continued, "I acted impulsively today and did a lot of things I shouldn't have done. Now that I've done them, I won't deny it... It's just that the timing is wrong."

"I'm not divorced yet. Entering another relationship prematurely in this state would be irresponsible to both of us. So, no matter what, let's wait until I get my divorce certificate, okay?"

Only after asking this question did Xu An'an dare to turn her head towards Yan Heng.

I thought Yan Heng would show disappointment again, but there was a hint of incredulous joy in his eyes.

"I'm not in that rush."

Yan Heng looked up at her, his dark eyes captivating in the night. "Actually, you're much better than I expected. I thought you'd play the ostrich again and continue to avoid me."

"When did I avoid you?" Xu An'an denied with dissatisfaction.

Yan Heng remained silent, only raising an eyebrow as he looked at her.

Xu An'an was defeated by his gaze.

Okay, she did intentionally keep Su Xiaohan behind, using her as an excuse to avoid many opportunities to be alone with Yan Heng. She always thought she was being quite discreet, but Yan Heng had actually discovered it long ago…

"Xu An'an, I agree with everything you said. But I have one request."

Xu An'an slightly raised her eyes: "Go ahead."

"From now on, don't deliberately avoid me anymore."

Xu An'an was taken aback by Yan Heng's unexpectedly simple request, and after a while, she smiled at him.

"Okay, I promise."

Yan Heng also smiled.

His gaze swept past her face, and he gestured with his chin behind her as if indicating something.

Xu An'an turned around and looked in the direction he was looking.

At the horizon where the sky meets the sea, a giant egg yolk has risen into view.

Golden rays of light instantly blanketed the entire sea surface, turning the dark blue waters into a flowing expanse of shattered gold.

"It's dawn."

This was the first time Xu An'an had ever seen a sunrise over the sea.

……

As it turns out, people shouldn't say things that are too extreme.

Yan Heng developed a high fever the night he returned to the hotel from the sea.

"I told you to 'spit' at me yesterday, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know what's what, right?"

Xu An'an took his temperature again with the ear thermometer.

38.3.

Mercury thermometers are unavailable in Milan. Ear temperature is about 0.5 degrees Celsius higher than armpit temperature, which translates to approximately 37.8 degrees Celsius.

Thankfully, it has finally receded somewhat.

Xu An'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt extremely guilty for causing Yan Heng to have a fever.

If she hadn't suddenly suggested going to a birthday party in the middle of the night, Yan Heng wouldn't have suffered like this. Therefore, she very proactively took on the task of taking care of him.

She was experienced in taking care of the sick Yan Heng.

After all, Yan Heng had a fever on the day they first officially met. So she knew very well that Yan Heng wasn't fussy when he was sick; on the contrary, he was very well-behaved.

To her surprise, although Yan Heng was not troublesome after he grew up, he was quite clingy.

That night, Xu An'an could hardly leave his side.

If he couldn't see her when he opened his eyes, he would stagger out of bed to look for her. Xu An'an was driven to desperation by him, and in the end, she could only move a stool to sit beside his bed, ready to assist him at any moment.

His physical strength seemed to have been burned away by the high temperature.

When Yan Heng, with his strong and taut biceps, told Xu An'an that he had no strength and couldn't lift the bowl, Song Zhe, who had come to deliver the medicine, almost knelt down on the spot.

Fine.

A person who bench presses 240 pounds for a set suddenly transformed into a frail and delicate Lin Daiyu overnight.

The key point is that some people actually believe it.

Song Zhe watched as Xu An'an fed his boss like a child, feeding him bites of vegetables and porridge, and occasionally wiping his mouth with a tissue.

He felt like he might be dreaming, and in fact, in his own young master's beautiful dream.

So he quickly found an excuse to leave, not wanting to be an eyesore.

Yan Heng was indeed in good health. Despite his deliberate "delay," his fever completely subsided before boarding the plane.

However, after the fever subsided, Yan Heng did not feel any pleasant sense of well-being. Instead, he had a restless urge to get a fever again.

Xu An'an was completely unaware of this; she simply focused on fulfilling her duty until the very end.

She was thoughtful and knew that even after recovering from a high fever, a person's stomach and intestines would still be weak and they would not be able to eat the cold and hard food on the plane.

Xu An'an got up early, cooked several soft and tender dishes, put them in an insulated box, and took them on the plane.

So, while the other passengers were eating their pre-made meals, the still "weak" Yan Heng, under the envious gazes of everyone, savored the specially prepared four dishes and one soup.

All of this contrasted sharply with Lu Yiming on another plane.