"Le Tong..." Ji Rui slightly narrowed his eyes, a deep gaze brimming with layers of glimring undercurrents.
In the past, more than once did he reminisce about that intoxicating night with her, both in dreams and while awake, each rembrance drawing him deeper into it.
Even if he silently cursed himself for being a man who only thought with his lower half, he couldn’t stop his unquenchable primal desire for her.
At that ti, he thought a man’s yearning for a woman couldn’t surpass this.
But now, he found more and more that compared to that primal yearning, he seed to long more for tender interactions like this mont. Just a slight touch sent his heart racing; a soft murmur made him feel as if bathed in spring breeze; a simple gaze allowed them to see into each other’s hearts...
Compared to the simple desire of gaining pleasure from her body, at this mont, it seed that he more eagerly wanted to capture her heart, or rather, wanted to enter her heart, claiming a spot more important than anyone else except her mother and Baobao.
"Ji Rui, lie down, don’t you dare move around anymore!"
Noticing the man on the bed uneasily struggling to sit up, Le Tong extended her hand to press down on his shoulder.
Ji Rui slightly propped himself up to et her gaze. After a while, he had no choice but to obediently lie back down under her stern stare.
"But, lying down is uncomfortable!" Ji Rui unblinkingly looked at Le Tong, saying so while his gaze flickered towards her rosy lips.
Le Tong’s eyes were full of affection, "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere hurts!" Ji stared at her intently.
When she sensed his gaze growing as heated and unusual as water boiling on a stove, she was montarily stunned, then suddenly understood what he ant by uncomfortable.
"You..."
Le Tong wanted to scold him, wondering how he could still be thinking of such things at this ti.
But she was too shy, and her scarce experience in relations between n and won led her to swallow the teasing words back down.
She could almost be sure that if she said it out loud, the thick-skinned man would definitely take advantage of it.
"I really am uncomfortable..." Ji Rui’s tone was a mix of pitifulness and grievance.
Having been by Ji Rui’s side for over a year, Le Tong had adeptly cald an angry Mr. Ji, skillfully handled a sharp-tongued Mr. Ji - things that were considered difficult by other employees, she did with ease. But now, facing this man who was playing pathetic, she did not know how to cope.
"If it’s really uncomfortable, I’ll go fetch Doctor Fan."
Le Tong wasn’t certain whether the discomfort he was talking about was caused by his wound or so unt physical need. Either way, she had no ans to help him.
"No! My condition, neither can a doctor control it, nor can it be cured."
Ji Rui held onto her hand, unwilling to let go. Hearing such words, if Le Tong still couldn’t figure out what he ant by uncomfortable, she must be stupid.
Ji Rui was only holding onto her hand without any further action, while Le Tong, standing over him, gazed down at him.
In the past, being with him always required her to look up to speak. Now, this overlooking angle was entirely unfamiliar to her.
Putting many others in this lying position, together with a typical patient’s pallid, haggard face, no matter how handso normally, would seem ordinary and colorless.
Yet, the man lying on the bed before her, not only with those intense eyes still gleaming, but even his handso, striking face was unchanged, still as perfect as a flawless sculpture from every angle.
"Isn’t it incurable? If so, I might as well not waste my energy taking care of you!" Le Tong raised an eyebrow, once again turning to leave.
"Don’t, stay with !"
Ji Rui’s brief words brimd with near-begging.
With Ji Rui sticking to her like glue, Le Tong could neither ruthlessly shake him off nor devise an effective way to comfort him, leaving her exasperated, standing by the bed silently watching him.
She even felt an impulse to ask outright, what do you want from ?
Thankfully, she was smarter now; such self-digging behaviors where she would ultimately bury herself, she refused to do!
Yet, not asking made it even harder to determine what she should do to ease his discomfort.
The two locked eyes silently for quite a while, until at last, it was Le Tong who relented, bending down slightly, her face nearing his.
Before Ji Rui could react, Le Tong swiftly pressed her lips to his.
Le Tong, an inexperienced newcor in the field of romance, only kept her lips on his dry ones, clueless on how to deepening the kiss further. Therefore, she quietly held her lips tightly against his.
Their breathing, initially calm and steady, turned into rapid, heavy pants. Their lips connected, neither intending to take it further.
In Le Tong’s perspective, it was her lack of understanding about what to do next.
On Ji Rui’s side, he feared being too brash might chase away this rare mont of initiative from her.
He knew well that for Le Tong’s character, this simple kiss was likely the utmost asure she’d do, steeling herself to carry through.
Moreover, without any desire mixed in, purely aiming for comfort and solace, this action seed more affectionate compared to a rough kiss.
Thus, he let her keep her lips on his, without any intent to shift from passive to being active.
They remained in this fish-kissing pose for an unknown duration until Le Tong felt her lips rigidly stiffen and slightly shiver, only then did she move her face away, slowly straightening up.
Waiting for her to stand up straight, Ji Rui grasped her hand again, his fingers intertwining with hers, both hands tightly clasped together.
Whether intentionally or not, Ji Rui licked his lips, seeming to savor, ticulously, the earlier "kiss," perhaps not quite qualifying as such, but nevertheless, brightening his mood significantly.
Ji Rui curled his lips, hinting, "This dicine is indeed more effective than Doctor Fan’s."
Previously maintaining a composed deanor, upon hearing this, Le Tong could no longer hold it, instantly flushing from her cheeks to her neck, even the roots of her ears turned red.
Her face flushed with embarrassnt, and inside, Le Tong was exasperated to no end.
If this man weren’t a patient, she’d definitely be unable to resist giving him a sound thrashing.
Yet, even though she was irritated and resentful, she miserably found the earlier simple kiss felt, well, not bad!
[Goodnight!]
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