Jing Min sat quietly by the bed, looking at Chu Wuyang, who had fallen into a deep sleep, with eyes full of tenderness.

Her eyes and brows appeared exceptionally serene under the soft light, and her breathing was long and steady.

He probably didn't sleep well.

Her slender legs suddenly kicked off a corner of the blanket, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

Jingmin's lips unconsciously curled up.

He bent down to cover her with the blanket again, but his fingertips touched her legs...

Suddenly, they froze.

His gaze lingered on the side of her leg—snow-white skin with only a faint butterfly-shaped birthmark.

His pupils gradually constricted.

It was as if you could see the marks etched into her bones through that layer of skin.

His gaze suddenly darkened.

The air in the bedroom seemed to suddenly drop in temperature.

His hand froze in mid-air.

Reason and emotion clashed and surged, ultimately being torn to shreds by a beast called "possessiveness."

He lowered his hand.

His gaze remained fixed on that patch of skin.

A dark emotion grew wildly in my heart like weeds.

Madness and obsession intertwined, almost threatening to completely consume him.

"Yangyang..."

He called out in a low, hoarse voice.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the skin, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

It resembles a wild beast hunting in the dark, dangerous and deadly.

Are there no medical techniques that can remove the marks hidden under the skin?

Gently rub your skin with your fingertips.

The touch was clearly delicate and soft, yet it felt like he was being burned.

His hand tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

It seemed that just a little more force was needed.

That would completely crush this piece of skin.

Even separation of flesh and blood.

He thought, what if I broke this leg with my own hands…

Is it true that she can't escape?

Does it belong only to him?

Will this damn mark finally disappear completely?

The fingertips tightened little by little.

Suddenly, Chu Wuyang let out an unconscious groan, as if his sanity had been brought back.

He hastily withdrew his hand, trembling, and pulled his bathrobe tighter around himself.

It was as if all the emotions I had just felt were nothing but an illusion.

He glanced down again at the spot where the skin was slightly red, but the emotions in his eyes grew increasingly deep and unfathomable.

He stood up and walked very quietly to the window.

He picked up the satellite phone from the table, his fingertips slowly gliding over the buttons.

I dialed a number.

His eyes were calm as still water, only the slight rise and fall of his chest betrayed the turbulent emotions within him.

...

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, quietly streaming into the room.

A faint aroma of food filled the air.

Jingmin, carrying breakfast, pushed open the bedroom door, his gaze falling on a figure in the corner—

Chu Wuyang squatted on the ground, rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for something.

She was still wearing her bathrobe from last night, her hair disheveled and hanging down beside her face.

Her fair feet stepped directly onto the cold floor.

Jingmin's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Silently placing breakfast on the table, she casually asked,

What are you looking for?

Chu Wuyang looked up at the sound, paused after seeing him,

He muttered with a hint of resentment.

"You forgot to take precautions yesterday, I'm looking for medicine."

Don't you have any medicine here?

Her gaze swept over the medicines on the table; the room was filled with medicine boxes.

During this period, Jingmin's wounds needed to be disinfected and dressed every day, so all kinds of urgently needed medicines were prepared in sufficient quantities.

She thought that perhaps she could find what she was looking for in it.

Jingmin frowned slightly.

He walked over in a few steps, bent down, and picked her up in his arms.

Chu Wuyang gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

What are you doing!

Why aren't you wearing shoes?

He rebuked softly.

Chu Wuyang pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved.

But he still carried her back to bed.

Jingmin knelt on one knee in front of the bed and pulled out a wet tissue from the bedside table.

With his eyes slightly lowered, he gently and meticulously wiped the cold soles of her feet.

His fingers were long and slender, with faint calluses on the pads, as he gently wiped her toes.

Each strike carried a heart-pounding warmth.

What medicine do you need?

His voice was low, and he asked the question knowing the answer already.

Chu Wuyang hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly.

"Birth control pills?"

Jingmin's hand froze, his fingertips stiffly stopping at her ankle.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes, his voice devoid of emotion.

"The medicine you want is not here."

His tone was somewhat stiff.

Chu Wuyang was taken aback.

Only then did I belatedly realize what had happened.

Yes, there are many medicines on this island.

But those were merely preparations for treating his wounds.

How could there be birth control pills?

She was initially just hoping for the best, since birth control pills could also treat acne.

Would the doctor prepare this on the side?

But now it seems that it probably isn't.

"Then I'll ask the doctor later."

She spoke softly, her tone somewhat unnatural.

"You are not allowed to go."

Jing Min's voice suddenly lowered a few decibels.

"Um?"

Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

Jingmin gently dried her feet and helped her put on slippers.

He then looked up at her, his gaze so deep it seemed like an unfathomable undercurrent.

His fingers tightened imperceptibly, his calm expression concealing turbulent emotions.

He stared at her for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice,

"You don't want children?"

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