Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the room, An Xi had finished stitching up Lu Yan’s wound and was packing his bed for him.
An’an walked over and observed An Xi carefully, An Xi wasn’t a flashy beauty, but had more of a gentle aura around her. She had that virtuous look to her and seemed like the perfect fit to be someone’s wife.
If any man were to marry An Xi, she’d probably do a good job taking care of her husband and children. They would live a happy life in the future as a complete family.
An’an didn’t expect a woman like An Xi to appear around Lu Yan after they had spent some time apart. Not only that, An Xi had even grown up together with him in the same village.
He was great at attracting women.
“Doctor An, thank you for the hard work. You can head back earlier to have some rest, I’ll take care of Lu Yan at night,” said An’an.
An Xi was washing her hands in the basin and she turned around to look at An’an. “Miss An’an, Brother Ah Yan is still suffering from a high fever. I’ll stay behind and take care of him since you’re not a trained doctor. I’m afraid you won’t know how to take care of him.”
Brother Ah Yan.
She addressed him so dearly.
An’an straightened her back and smiled. “Doctor An, although doctors are trained to take care of their patients, that only applies during the daytime. Patients should be taken care of by their family at night. Doctor An, are you Lu Yan’s family?”
An Xi shook her head. “I’m not, but are you?”
“I am, I am his adopted daughter. Although he once said… I’m merely a woman that he raised to play around with.”
An Xi was stunned once she heard An’an’s words. Lu Yan had raised An’an in order to play around with her…?
“Okay, I’ll take my leave then. If anything happens to Brother Ah Yan, I’ll have to trouble Miss An’an to contact me immediately,” An Xi reminded An’an before she left.
An Xi had left.
She had chased her love rival away.
An’an turned around to look at the man who lay on the bed, unconscious. Why did she feel the urge to kick him so badly?
She stretched out her hand, running her fingertips over his facial features…
He hadn’t shaved for a long time and he had a goatee, appearing a little unkempt but his facial features were his saving grace. His features were chiseled and his nose bridge was high. Every portion of his face was perfect, he was exuding a mature aura that was extremely masculine and attractive.
But she suddenly felt his body getting cold.
He was having a fever and his body temperature was changing drastically. One moment it was burning hot and the next, it was icy cold.
An’an found all the blankets in the room and covered them over his body but it didn’t seem to work.
Why was his body so cold?
Fluttering her eyelashes, An’an decided to remove her shoes and get under the blankets.
There wasn’t a better plan, she needed to spread her body warmth to him.
An’an lay beside him. It was her first time sleeping with him.
She turned around, encircling her arms around his trim waist and she hugged him lightly.
Drawn to the warmth beside him, Lu Yan turned around while he was still drowsy and hugged her tightly in his arms.
They were now facing each other and she was entirely in his arms.
Her petite build was forming a stark contrast beside his strong, muscular build. An’an placed her head on his chest and heard his heart beating, it was strong.
She then felt him leaning closer, placing his lips on her widow’s peak and started kissing her, one sensual kiss at a time.
From there, he started kissing her face.
An’an wanted to tug on his shirt but his upper half was completely bare, he wasn’t wearing anything but a bandage. She had felt his eight pack, it was tough as steel.
She had no idea how many women he had seduced with this figure of his.
An’an felt somewhat jealous and aggrieved, she lowered her head and didn’t allow him to kiss her any more.
He then turned around, pressing her underneath him.
“Lu Yan, you’re injured.” She instantly pulled the blankets over their bodies to keep him warm.
Lu Yan was feeling drowsy, he thought that he was dreaming. In his dreams, An’an was lying on the same bed as him, covering the same blanket and she was underneath him.
He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck and sniffed. It was that faint, milky scent that smelled so pleasant.
“Lu Yan, what are you doing? Are you a puppy?” An’an pushed his head away and didn’t allow him to sniff her.
He was truly behaving like a puppy, sniffing her here and there.
Lu Yan heard her voice, she was calling him ‘Lu Yan’ and she sounded somewhat angry despite her voice being so sensual. It made the goosebumps rise for Lu Yan.
He closed his eyes, kissing her on the lips.
An’an’s pupils dilated, he continued kissing her without having any intention of stopping at all. He behaved as though he was eating a bouncy and soft pudding, he wanted to swallow her whole.
An’an balled her hands into two fists and pummeled him, she didn’t want him to kiss her.
He was fooling around with another woman just yesterday and even had An Xi by his side, who knew whether he was just taking her for someone else. He was still having a high fever and probably didn’t know who she was.
Did he kiss other women like this before, did he…
An’an knew that she shouldn’t be so calculative about his past, but it only happened yesterday, how could she just forget about it in such a short amount of time?
He was in that dark and unnoticeable corner, allowing another woman to…
An’an felt her heart wrench in pain at the thought of it. Lu Yan, why does it hurt so much to love you?
She was behaving reluctantly as Lu Yan continued kissing her face, wanting to remove her clothes.
She was wearing a pink knit sweater and she quickly pressed down on her collar when she noticed what he was trying to do.
“Lu Yan, do you know who am I?” She asked.
It was destined that Lu Yan would never be able to answer her question. He was already extremely drowsy, to the point he couldn’t think properly. He could only follow his desires and look for the warm and delicate body his mind yearned for.
He was going to fulfill all of his desires in his dreams, things that he could never achieve in real life.
An’an…
His kiss continued downwards…
When his head was under her knit sweater, An’an suddenly sobered up. “Lu Yan, no!”
She pushed him away with all the force she could gather but he was still on her. He only groaned.
She had touched his wound.
An’an felt her heart aching for him instantly. “Lu Yan, are you okay?”
There wasn’t any blood seeping through his bandage, he seemed to be fine.
Lu Yan had her pinned underneath him, his face buried in her neck and he was panting heavily.
He was in dreamland again and it was filled with An’an’s beautiful face. She was doe-eyed and calling him ‘Lu Yan’ with that tender voice of hers, it sounded so good.
It felt kinda real actually, he felt as though she was really underneath him.
“An’an…” He muttered.
An’an.
He was calling her name.
He was having a high fever and calling her name while he was lightheaded.
An’an’s eyes turned red and watery. She hated herself so much, she hated how she was so easily coaxed by him.
She should hate him, hate him for his infidelity.
