Such beautiful biceps, they look like they could crush you in one go.

She let her thoughts wander, swallowing hard.

However, Qian Lai, who was well-informed and experienced, was able to remain calm and composed no matter how much his heart was burning with anger.

“Come on, give me your hand,” Qian Lai said, opening the right sleeve of his vest.

Qiao Muting raised his hand slowly.

She wanted to help him, and as she lifted him up slightly, she forgot about his feet and Qiao Muting's slightly bent knees.

She tripped over her thigh, lost her balance instantly, and fell straight into the man's arms.

Qiao Muting subconsciously placed his hand on the other person's slender waist, a surge of inexplicable excitement coursing through his blood, sweeping from head to toe throughout his body.

The girl looked up and met his gaze awkwardly, her long, fluttering eyelashes brushing against his heart like feathers. Her thin lips parted, but what she uttered was, "I'm sorry, I lost my balance."

Qiao Muting didn't hear him at all; he wished time would just stop.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, as if they could feel each other's heartbeats.

I don't know how she feels, but he's about to have a burst blood vessel.

For a fleeting moment, he even considered abandoning everything and simply kissing her.

However, the revolutionary spirit instilled over so many years cannot be discarded, and the iron will must be maintained.

He was also afraid that a moment of impulsiveness would frighten the girl and make her run away. You can tell from her innocent, dark eyes that she's just a little naive and doesn't really know what's going on.

Everything is due to the impurity of one's own thoughts.

Qiao Muting felt guilty.

Was it an instinctive impulse or genuine love? He himself wasn't sure.

After a few seconds of back-and-forth, he suppressed a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and feigned composure, saying, "It's alright."

This is a psychological battle; it's a contest of who can appear more composed.

"Doctors have no gender"—Qian Lai repeatedly told himself this.

He flicked his shirt, as if nothing had happened: "Come on, stand up, turn around, put on your shirt, and we'll be all done!"

However, he is currently unable to move.