Lin Xiaowei placed the pork rib soup on the table in front of him, looked at the empty bed, and asked in confusion, "Chu Xiao, where are your blankets and sheets?"

Chu Xiao gave an awkward smile.

"Oh, the nurses at the hospital took it to wash. By the way, Xiaowei, how are you feeling? You were so frightened the night before last. It's all my fault for dragging you into this."

Lin Xiaowei's pretty face flushed slightly, and her voice was soft.

"This isn't your fault, it was my own carelessness. You've already done so much for me, even risking your life against the assassin for me..."

Seeing how shy she was, Chu Xiao instinctively grabbed her hand.

"Xiao Wei, after all these years, you are still so kind, you haven't changed at all."

Lin Xiaowei bit her lip shyly, then scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup and brought it to his lips:

"Here, the pork rib soup should be drunk while it's hot. Take a sip first and see if it's too salty..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Xiao suddenly picked up the pork rib soup, took a big gulp, grabbed the back of her head, and fed the rest of the soup into her mouth.

The warm, moist sensation flowed into her mouth along the tip of her tongue, and Lin Xiaowei stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Chu Xiao fed her the soup before reluctantly letting go, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, the pork rib soup shouldn't be enjoyed by me alone. It tastes better when we share it, don't you think?"

Hearing Chu Xiao's flirtatious words, Lin Xiaowei's hand, which had been pushing against his chest, clenched into a small fist, her delicate nails turning slightly red.

"Chu Xiao, you... this is so sudden, it's a bit scary."

Chu Xiao lingered, caressing her pink lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "You were scared by this? Then... how about this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiaowei felt dizzy and collapsed onto the empty hospital bed.

Chu Xiao suddenly leaned in, lifted her chin, and said with an ambiguous look in his eyes, "Xiao Wei, you have always loved me so much, but I have hurt you. I feel so guilty."

"Let me make it up to you today, okay?"

As he spoke, his hand roamed unrestrainedly to Lin Xiaowei's waist, his cheek caressing her flawless white neck, his breath hot and scorching.

Startled, Lin Xiaowei frantically tried to stop him, saying, "Wait! No, not here, I haven't closed the door yet..."

Chu Xiao glanced at the ward door.

"It's alright, no one's checking rooms at this hour. We weren't really satisfied in the car last time, so let me make it up to you here..."

While saying ambiguous things, his hand had already reached Lin Xiaowei's lower back, less than a foot below, and unzipped her bodycon skirt.

Suddenly, the black bodycon dress fell to the ground, revealing her straight, slender legs and snow-white skin.

Half-heartedly resisting, Lin Xiaowei's breathing quickened, her long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, but her hands obediently wrapped around Chu Xiao's waist.

Chu Xiao felt the soft warmth on her waist, and his blood rushed to his head. He bit her earlobe.

"Xiao Wei, you say you don't want to, but your body says otherwise... Is this bra new?"