As she put down the empty glass, her fingers trembled, and the glass shattered on the carpet with a dull thud.
[System notification: 35 minutes of safe time remaining. The rate of toxicity spread is accelerating, and the myocardial load has reached a critical level.]
The cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind. Yu Jiuyuan suddenly grabbed Rong Shenghan's wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
Her gaze was unfocused, yet she precisely caught the curve of his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice broken like a candle flickering in the wind: "I don't want to die."
She suddenly spoke, her voice as soft as a sigh, yet each word was like a whip, lashing at the hearts of the four people. Her moon-white skirt swept across the shattered glass as she looked up, her eyes misty with tears, appearing both innocent and helpless.
The system panel's notification sound was shrill and piercing, but Yu Jiuyuan suddenly turned her head and kissed Rong Shenghan's lips.
She kissed him more forcefully than the previous two times she had taken the initiative, with a desperate, possessive intensity, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood. His response was swift and urgent; his arms tightened instantly, encircling her in his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
"Stop fooling around." He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, but his fingertips gently wiped away the moisture from the corner of her lips. "Be good..."
“What’s the use of being obedient…” Yu Jiuyuan’s fingertips traced the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one with a childlike stubbornness. “Last time you were obedient… you almost died of pain…”
The office fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the howling wind and snow outside the window.
Xie Zhecheng loosened his grip slightly, but still held her hand tightly.
Yuan Xu's lips moved as if she were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
Lin Yanran turned her head away, but her ears were secretly turning red.
Rong Shenghan grabbed her hand in return, his palm burning hot.
"Get out." Rong Shenghan's voice was as cold as ice, yet it carried an undeniable power.
"No!" Yuan Xu suddenly raised her head, her eyes as red as a rabbit's. "A Yuan said that butterflies can sense her pain, and they will be uneasy if I leave!"
He hugged the incubator even tighter, as if it were his only lifeline, "I can... I can turn my back to you..."
Lin Yanran scoffed, but his voice was hoarse: "What are you pretending to be, saint? If you want to leave, we'll leave together; if you want to stay..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yu Jiuyuan's flushed cheeks, but he ultimately didn't finish his sentence.
Yuan Xu stepped forward and carefully supported her shoulder. The smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint mushroom fragrance on the white coat was surprisingly reassuring.
"I...I can do it," he stammered, his ears burning red. "Don't be afraid, Jiu Yuan, I will take responsibility for you."
"Take responsibility?" Lin Yanran raised an eyebrow, her tone still arrogant, but her feet involuntarily moved closer. "Yuan Xu, you even tremble when dissecting a frog, what kind of hero are you pretending to be now?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken off his cashmere coat and draped it over Yu Jiuyuan's shoulders, carrying the faint scent of cedar cologne.
Yu Jiuyuan's gaze fell on Rong Shenghan, whose eyes, which were always smiling, were now as deep as a bottomless pool.
She gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, like a small animal seeking refuge: "Rong Shenghan... save me..."
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, bent down, and picked her up horizontally.
The moon-white skirt cascaded down, brushing past his knees. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "When the president speaks, how can I disobey?" His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying a dangerous allure.
Xie Zhecheng suddenly grabbed Rong Shenghan's shoulder, the force almost crushing his bones. "Put her down." His voice was as cold as the snow outside the window. "I'm here."
"Oh?" Rong Shenghan raised an eyebrow, but did not loosen his grip on Yu Jiuyuan's arm at all. "Young Master Xie wants to monopolize her? But our president seems to need more people to take care of her."
Yu Jiuyuan trembled slightly in Rong Shenghan's arms. She turned her head, her burning cheeks pressed against Xie Zhecheng's icy hand, her voice broken and incoherent: "Don't make a sound... I feel so bad..."
Those words were like a command, instantly silencing the two arguing people.
Xie Zhecheng's fingers gently stroked her cheek, the movement was more tender than ever before.
Rong Shenghan adjusted his holding position to make her more comfortable.
Yuan Xu opened the incubator and took out a spare blanket.
Lin Yanran then drew all the curtains, completely shutting out the wind and snow outside and the prying eyes.
When Rong Shenghan placed her on the bed in the lounge, Yu Jiuyuan was already in a daze.
The moon-white dress was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her exquisite curves. The last pearl button popped open, revealing her delicate collarbone, where the flush had spread like wildfire.
"Jiuyuan." Yuan Xu's voice trembled as he unbuttoned his white coat, revealing a neatly pressed shirt underneath. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes held an uncontrollable longing and pity.
Xie Zhecheng took off his suit jacket, casually tossing his meticulously tailored tie on the floor. He walked to the other side of the bed, his fingertips brushing against her sweaty forehead, his actions revealing a tenderness he himself was unaware of.
Lin Yanran stood by the bed, rubbing her fingers along the seam of her pants, before finally reaching out and gently taking her curled fingers in his.
This was the first time the arrogant young master had shown such a helpless expression, like a child who had received a favorite toy but didn't know how to use it.
Rong Shenghan was the last one to approach.
He sat at the foot of the bed, his fingertips gently hooking her ankle, where the skin was incredibly hot.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the other three, a playful smile playing on his lips, yet concealing a possessive desire that he was determined to have.
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