When Zhu Qianying woke up in a daze, she only thought she was sick.
The few serious illnesses she has had in the past twenty years are what she feels like right now.
My head was foggy and I couldn't remember anything. My whole body ached terribly, and I felt so weak that I couldn't even move a finger. I couldn't even open my eyelids.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, hoping to clear her mind.
After shaking it off, my head wasn't clear, but something warm pressed down on it and gently rubbed my head a few times. It was just like the way my ideal father would do when I was sick as a child, gentle and full of love.
However, the next greeting jolted her awake from her reverie and confusion.
"woke up?"
The young and energetic baritone voice clearly couldn't be that of a father; even the ideal father couldn't possibly possess such a voice.
Because the owner of that voice is Young Master Yan!
That bastard Yan Shao who tormented her all night last night!
Her memories were all awakened by a soft question.
Having grown up, Zhu Qianying prides herself not only on her rationality and determination, but also on her strong and healthy physique.
But last night, both her reason and her physique were trampled on by that bastard Yan Shao.
Not only did her rationality collapse, but her mind also completely shut down when she lost track of how many attacks Yan Shao had launched. Looking back now, she probably fainted during the latter part.
As for her strong physique, it's clear from the fact that she couldn't get out of that bastard's arms even after nearly five minutes of being clear-headed that her physique had been utterly crushed!
Yan Shao lay on his side, supporting himself on one hand on the bed, watching her head burrow into his arms like a groundhog. He took it as her struggle, but she was actually rubbing against him, asking for affection. His large hand moved from the top of her head to the back of her neck, his fingers stroking it back and forth.
"Still want to sleep?"
The skin below her hairline was incredibly smooth and delicate; he had touched it occasionally last night and found it almost addictive.
Whether it was his words or the gentle touch on the back of his neck, she involuntarily trembled.
"No……"
The hoarse and unpleasant voice startled Zhu Qianying!
Gritting her teeth and straining, she finally managed to push herself away from his embrace, her hands pressed against his chest.
Yan Shao, who was in such a good mood that he wanted to sing, looked down at her struggling movements and finally had a change of heart. He reached under her armpits and scooped her up along with the thin blanket covering her, helping her to sit up.
He propped himself up and sat up. Seeing her sway a couple of times, he didn't think much of it and leaned in, sitting with his chest against her back.
Zhu Qianying was still trying to adjust to her aching body when her back was suddenly pressed against a hot and firm chest, and she shuddered again.
"Get out of here!" The rude words slipped out without thinking.
The scalding sensation that had sent her blood rushing to her head made her realize that she was completely naked.
Fortunately, there was still a blanket.
She instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around herself and shifted her body slightly to keep most of her bare back out of his sight.
She turned her head and glared fiercely at Yan Shao.
Instead of getting angry at being yelled at, Young Master Yan smiled and tilted his head to look at her, "Heh, you've grown a temper!"
Yan Shao saw through her defensive movements. He found it amusing, but also incredibly childish. Last night, he had completely taken advantage of her, inside and out; wasn't it too late for her to only think of covering up now?
Zhu Qianying ignored him, hugged the quilt, and slowly crawled towards the edge of the bed.
"What do you want to do? I'll carry you there!"
Yan Shao knew he had been too harsh last night. Seeing her inching out like a snail, he couldn't bear it and reached out to support her back.
"No need, get out of my way!"
Zhu Qianying didn't appreciate his gesture at all; such crocodile tears made her feel nauseous.
But her harsh words did not deter Young Master Yan.
He nimbly got out of bed, standing straight in front of it wearing only his underwear, completely naked. The golden morning light shone through the curtains onto his strong chest and abdominal muscles and his long, straight legs.
These perfectly handsome nude photos of men would have been a sight for Zhu Qianying under normal circumstances.
But at that moment, she was in no mood to care. She glanced at him casually, but felt even angrier inside.
He had been exercising all night, so why did he look so energetic, while she looked sickly and aching all over, like a sick cat?
"Sweetie, let me hug you!"
The handsome man bent down and stretched his strong arms to her sides.
Zhu Qianying glared at him, "Clothes..."
If she wasn't mistaken, she wasn't wearing a single piece of cloth to cover herself from head to toe!
He was wearing underwear, on the other hand. Isn't that discrimination?
Little did she know that after Yan Shao returned from taking a shower while carrying her unconscious body, he, like her, crawled into the blankets without covering himself.
But Yan Shao, who had just broken his craving for sex, faced her naked for a short while, and the fire on his body began to burn fiercely again.
Finally, Yan Shao had no choice but to grab a pair of underwear from the bedside table, put them on, and activate his powerful rationality system to suppress the restless desire in his heart, allowing her to sleep peacefully for a few hours.
It wasn't surprising that Yan Shao's outstretched hand was ignored. After all, with her stubborn nature, she would never easily show weakness to others.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Yan Shao softened his voice to coax her, a rare occurrence for him.
Although he had never dealt with these things before, he could imagine that she must be feeling very uncomfortable, given her constantly furrowed brow.
"Clothes..." Zhu Qianying was unwilling to say anything to him, and even turned her face away, not wanting to even look at him.
Unable to refuse her, Yan Shao turned around, went to the wardrobe, took out a bathrobe, and handed it to her.
Of course, he could use force, but after last night's soul-stirring experience, even if he were heartless, he couldn't bring himself to be forceful with her right now.
Zhu Qianying glanced at the robe, which was clearly a men's size, and without saying a word, laboriously reached out from under the covers to take the robe.
She lifted her eyelids and saw the man still standing by the bed, staring intently at her.
"Could you please turn around, Young Master Yan?" Zhu Qianying asked patiently, her brows furrowed.
Yan Shao curled his lips, as if to say, "I saw everything last night, so what's there to cover up now?"
In the end, he didn't say those words aloud, because he knew that if he did, Zhu Qianying would do something drastic to retaliate against him.
Young Master Yan, who rarely listens to anyone except his mother, obediently turned around.
Zhu Qianying finally managed to put on the robe that was several sizes too big. What would normally be an effortless task had nearly killed her today.
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