After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Wantang felt a little embarrassed and was about to decline.

But my stomach started growling.

She blushed and covered her stomach; refusing again would make her seem ungrateful.

"Thanks."

Upon opening the Chinese food box, Xu Wantang was surprised to find the flower cakes she had been longing for.

She thought she was hallucinating, and cautiously reached out to touch it.

Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Second brother, it's still hot, but at this time, shouldn't the pastry chefs at the restaurant have already left work?"

"Lin Yue bought it," Cen Yuan said without elaborating.

"..."

Lin Yue is his assistant; who would dare disrespect him?

Xu Wantang picked up a pink flower cake and waved it at Cen Yuan: "Second Brother, it must be so nice to be your assistant."

You can eat whenever you want.

Cen Yuan didn't speak, but just glanced at her.

Their eyes met, and her pupils contracted slightly under the light, illuminating her silhouette.

It was somewhat blurry, yet seemed so close.

It's like it's hinting at something.

Xu Wantang paused, her ears burning, and immediately lowered her head to take a bite while holding the flower cake in both hands.

"hiss……"

That bastard Cen Shichuan actually burned her lips and made them bleed.

No wonder she was in so much pain.

Xu Wantang pointed to her lips while tugging at Cen Yuan beside her.

"Second brother... mmm... paper..."

She subconsciously stuck out her light pink tongue and lightly licked her lips. After being stained with blood, it looked like a sweet cake dipped in jam.

Alluring and seductive.

Cen Yuan lowered his eyelashes, his eyes revealing nothing, but his fingertips tightened subtly.

I turned around and handed her a tissue.

Xu Wantang wiped her lips, her eyes instantly welling up with tears from the pain.

But the blood was still flowing, and soon it soaked through the tissue.

"Second brother, it hurts so much! Why won't the bleeding stop?"

If her seduction in the past was somewhat deliberate...

So now it's seduction without realizing it.

Her eyes were glistening with tiny water droplets, even her eyelashes were wet with them. She murmured softly, her lips a deep red that contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin.

She looked up at Cen Yuan with longing eyes.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a dark undercurrent surging within them before settling back into silence.

Xu Wantang had to get the tissues from the table herself.

But just as he reached out, Cen Yuan lifted his chin slightly.

The next second, a handkerchief, imbued with the scent of sandalwood, was pressed against her lips and gently wiped.

"hiss……"

Xu Wantang closed her eyes in pain.

Cen Yuan said in a deep voice, "If it hurts, you won't dare to eat random things next time."

"..."

Xu Wantang frowned. What did he mean?

Cen Yuan paused, his fingertips hovering in mid-air for a few seconds before turning around.

He opened the bedside drawer and took out a small medical kit.

I broke open the iodine swab and disinfected Xu Wantang's lips.

One, two, three...

When it came to the fifth wound, Xu Wantang was stunned for a moment, blinked, and asked, "Second Brother, is my wound that serious? Should we call a nurse to take a look?"

Cen Yuan held the iodine swab and paused for a moment: "It's a bit serious, but it'll be better soon."

Xu Wantang nodded.

A Buddhist disciple would not lie.

After applying the iodine, the bleeding indeed stopped, which convinced Xu Wantang even more. She raised her hand and fanned her lips.

Once the iodine on her lips dried, she picked up the flower cake and took another bite.

The crust is crispy and fragrant, and the filling inside has a light sweetness.

She finally got to eat.

I never imagined that my first time eating with someone would be with Cen Yuan.

Seeing her picking at the crumbs in the box as she ate, Cen Yuan frowned: "There's more."

"I'll just have one; the rest can be left for Assistant Lin."

Xu Wantang looked down and counted the flower cakes in the box.

Suddenly, she exclaimed in surprise.

"Weren't there twelve flavors? Why is one flavor missing here?"

"That one had cilantro in it," Cen Yuan replied calmly.

"..."

Xu Wantang subconsciously looked up, and the man was also looking at her.

She unconsciously clenched the food box, her palms touching the warmth of the food, which also carried a sweet aroma.

Her heart pounded, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to think any further.

"No, I didn't expect Assistant Lin to dislike cilantro as well."

Cen Yuan sat down, his tone cold: "Hmm, I don't like it."

The sound was so loud that Xu Wantang almost crushed the flower cake in her hand.

Cen Shichuan's voice is already among the best of men's voices.

But Cen Yuan's voice was superior.

His voice was rather cold, like a babbling icy spring, cold but not sharp.

The voice, not deliberately lowered, has a quiet and calming quality.

Thinking about it, Xu Wantang's cheeks flushed slightly, and she picked up the water on the table and drank it.

As a result, I drank too much water and then needed to go to the toilet.

Moreover, she smelled of Cen Shichuan, making her feel like she was smelling cilantro.

Nausea.

She wanted to change into the clothes the nurse had brought her.

Xu Wantang propped herself up and tried to get out of bed, but forgot that she had a cast on her leg.

She had barely stood up when she lost her balance and fell directly towards Cen Yuan.

If she hadn't braced herself against the edge of the bed, they would have... kissed!

But she could barely hold on any longer.

She hovered a few centimeters above Cen Yuan's cheek, her arm trembling slightly.

Unable to control himself any longer, he bent his elbow and smashed it down.

Cen Yuan's eyes deepened, and after a second of hesitation, he turned his head away.

Xu Wantang's lips brushed lightly against his chin and landed on his shirt collar.

Warm breaths rushed across the skin of his neck.

Cen Yuan's breathing became slightly erratic, his throat sank, and his hand on Xu Wantang's waist tightened little by little.

Finally, he loosened his grip little by little and held her arm.

"What are you doing?"

The man's husky voice made Xu Wantang's body burn, and she spoke hurriedly and incoherently.

"I need to go to the toilet. I can't use my leg because it's in a cast."

With each breath, the sweet aroma of the flower cake boldly entered Cen Yuan's nostrils.

He turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and used his fingertips to slightly pull the distance between them.

"I'll take you there."

"what?"

"..."

Cen Yuan frowned; he shouldn't have said that.

To steady herself, Xu Wantang instinctively placed her hand on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath her palm, but her own heart was pounding wildly.

However, to be fair, the little green tea girl will definitely not let this opportunity pass her by.

She immediately calmed her racing heart and lowered her eyes slightly: "Thank you, Second Brother."

Cen Yuan looked at her with a knowing expression and helped her up.

Xu Wantang paused. That's it?

How about a princess carry?

Should we help her hop over there?

How can a green tea b*tch be so pathetic?

Cen Yuan glanced at her darting eyes, a slight smile playing at the corners of his eyes, and reminded her, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go, let's go."

Xu Wantang bit her lip, thinking, "Let him jump around if he wants."

She looked mournful, hopped a couple of steps, and her face turned red.

Cen Yuan is so tall, it must look ridiculous to see her jumping around from that angle.

Thinking about it, Xu Wantang didn't notice her shoes in the corner and jumped on them, twisting her ankle.

As she fell, her body felt light, and Cen Yuan scooped her up in his arms.

Cen Yuan said in a deep voice, "You can just say it next time."

Xu Wantang choked, her face burning hot, and she tried hard to control her breathing.

But my mind, like my breathing, short-circuited, and I started muttering to myself for no reason.

"What do you mean? Do you mean, Second Brother, hug me?"

"..."