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

When Yan Heng came out after changing his clothes, Xu An'an had already served dinner.

Two simple bowls of plain noodles, with a clear broth, a poached egg, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions, steam rising gently.

He stood by the dining table, glanced at the two bowls of noodles, then at Xu An'an, and said nothing.

Xu An'an set out the chopsticks without looking up.

"Let's eat."

Neither of them mentioned what had just happened in the bathroom again.

Halfway through the meal, Xu An'an's gaze fell on Yan Heng, and she noticed that he had changed into a dark gray pajama.

It's probably because it's difficult to operate with one hand; all the buttons are undone.

The collar was askew to one side, and the whole outfit was worn crookedly, making it look both ridiculous and pathetic.

Xu An'an watched for a while, then couldn't help but sigh, put down her chopsticks, stood up, and walked to his side.

Just as Yan Heng was about to turn his head, she pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move."

She grabbed his collar, unbuttoned the few buttons that were buttoned incorrectly, and then buttoned them up again.

The entire movement was fluid and natural, without any unnecessary or superfluous touches.

"Okay." She said, then sat back down and continued eating her noodles as if nothing had happened.

Yan Heng glanced down at his straightened collar, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing in the end. He silently picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth.

After finishing the meal, Xu An'an cleared away the dishes, then took out her first-aid kit and sat down opposite him.

"Change the dressing."

"it is good."

Yan Heng cooperated and began to unbutton his clothes with his right hand.

If you can't button a button well, your right hand naturally can't unbutton one either.

Xu An'an watched him struggle with a button for almost two minutes, and felt that if he kept doing this, the iodine on the cotton swab would evaporate completely.

She sighed, shoved the cotton swab into his left hand, and said, "Here."

Then she started helping him unbutton the buttons she had just fastened not long ago.

She really didn't understand why Yan Heng would still wear clothes with so many buttons when he was in this condition.

Finally unbuttoning everything, Xu An'an took off Yan Heng's pajamas.

Carefully cutting away the old gauze, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the gruesome wound.

The skin around the wound was red and swollen, and the black sutures were particularly glaring under the light.

These things should have been borne by oneself.

"Does it hurt?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Yan Heng shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt."

Xu An'an took a deep breath and began to gently apply the ointment along the seam with a cotton swab.

After applying the iodine solution, she put down the cotton swab and picked up a new roll of sterile gauze.

She turned slightly to the side, gently pressed one end of the gauze against the outside of his wound, and then began to wrap it around him, circle by circle.

Her hands went around his back, pulling the gauze from his side and then back to his chest—each time she wrapped her arms around him, her body inevitably drew closer to him.

Both of them were very quiet.

It was so quiet that Yan Heng could hear the sound of Xu An'an's hair brushing against his shoulder.

The last layer of gauze is wrapped.

Xu An'an secured the end with medical tape and breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the gray shirt beside her, hesitated for a moment,

"Why don't you not wear it tonight? You'll need to change the dressing tomorrow morning."

"......good."

At night, Xu An'an slept in a guest room on the first floor.

She tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep, but was awakened by a slight noise.

The sound was coming from the master bedroom; it was very soft, like the rustling of fabric, mixed with suppressed breathing.

Xu An'an instantly snapped out of her daze, got up, and walked over.

The door wasn't closed properly, so she gently pushed it open and saw Yan Heng lying on his side on the bed, curled up in a tense arc.

His left arm hung limply at his side, his right hand gripped the bed sheet tightly, his muscles tense, his knuckles white, and the blanket was torn and disheveled by him.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his jawline was so taut it looked like it was about to snap. The hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his skin.

My whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The anesthetic has worn off.

Xu An'an strode in: "Yan Heng."

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw it was her. He tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, but the movement aggravated his wound. He froze as if he had been electrocuted, clenching his teeth to swallow a muffled groan.

"...It's nothing." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against the skin. "Go back to sleep."

Xu An'an ignored him.

She turned and went to the living room to pour a glass of warm water, rummaged through the medicine cabinet for painkillers, and sat back down on the bedside: "Take this."

Yan Heng glanced at her, then shook his head. "I've already eaten."

"When did you eat?"

"Half an hour ago."

Xu An'an frowned.

Logically, the painkillers should have started working by now, so why is Yan Heng still in so much pain...?

She turned and walked out of the bedroom, then dialed the doctor's number.

"I'm so sorry to bother you so late, doctor..."

After listening to Xu An'an's description, the doctor pondered for a moment and said very professionally:

"Some people are not sensitive to regular doses of painkillers; rapid metabolism or differences in receptors can both lead to poor analgesic effects."

"Moreover..." the doctor sighed, "Although there is no clear scientific evidence, people who are generally insensitive to painkillers often have a higher pain sensitivity than ordinary people. This means that the pain Mr. Yan is experiencing may be several times that of an ordinary person without painkillers... In this case, even if the dosage of painkillers is increased, the effect will still be very limited—"

"What should we do?" Xu An'an's heart clenched.

The image of Yan Heng's pale face flashed through his mind again. Was this all he could do but endure it?

Thinking of this, Xu An'an could hardly breathe.

"It's not that there's absolutely no way out," the doctor paused for a moment, then continued:

"Pain itself is a signal from the brain, so for Mr. Yan, the most effective way right now is to distract himself and get his brain away from the pain signals. As long as he gets through this most painful night, the wound healing will not be so painful anymore."

So that's how it is...

After hanging up the phone, Xu An'an stood in the living room for a few seconds in silence before turning around and walking back to her bedroom.

Yan Heng remained in the same posture.

His muscles were taut, his knuckles even whiter than before. His lips were pressed into a resolute line from restraint. His hair was completely wet, with a few strands clinging to his temples, and his jawline was as taut as stone.

He made no sound, but every inch of his body showed the torment he was going through.

Looking at him like this, Xu An'an felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly.

Yan Heng took the blow for her.

That wound, the stitches, the excruciating pain—all of that should have been her experience.

She had to do something...

She absolutely couldn't just watch Yan Heng suffer!

The doctor said to distract myself... How do I do that?

What attracted Yan Heng's attention...

An idea popped into Xu An'an's mind.

She paused slightly, then bit her lip as if making a firm decision.

Taking a deep breath, Xu An'an walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Yan Heng felt the mattress sink slightly. He opened his eyes, saw her, and forced himself to say "I'm fine."

But this time Xu An'an didn't give him a chance.

The next second, she leaned down and kissed him.

Yan Heng froze.

My mind went completely blank.

Xu An'an's lips were soft and warm, pressing against his chapped lips, trembling yet resolute.

At this time, in his bed...

Does Xu An'an know what she's doing?!

Yan Heng gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain rational and not respond.

But Xu An'an still didn't back away.

Not only that, she tilted her head slightly and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Her left hand gently stroked Yan Heng's cheek, her thumb brushing across his taut jawline, then down his neck to the back of his head, one stroke at a time, gentle yet persistent.

Yan Heng felt like he was going crazy.

The pain from the wound had already eroded most of his willpower, and every touch from Xu An'an pushed him to the brink of losing control.

With his last ounce of consciousness, he pulled Xu An'an away with one hand.

"Xu An'an," he stared intently at her, his eyes bloodshot, his voice frighteningly hoarse.

Do you know what you're doing?

Xu An'an looked back at him.

Her bright eyes sparkled with both shyness and fearlessness.

She bit her lower lip, which was wet with moisture, and whispered a complaint in Yan Heng's ear.

"...Why don't you kiss me...?"

After saying that, he turned his head and leaned in close once again.

Yan Heng's last shred of reason completely collapsed at this moment.

He bit Xu An'an's neck.

His forearm veins bulged, and like a wild beast out of control, he turned around and pinned her down.