care?
Shen Zhiyi nodded. "You're my patient, of course I have to care about you."
Duan Xingzhi looked down at her, seemingly lost in thought.
Shen Zhiyi could no longer hold on, so she summoned a maid and brought some simple food to Duan Xingzhi's room.
"You eat," she said weakly, sitting in the chair.
Duan Xingzhi looked at her face, flushed with a thin layer of sweat, and his heart skipped a beat.
Why aren't you eating?
Shen Zhiyi pursed her red lips and gently shook her head, "You've done more work, you eat first."
She just wanted to observe and see if she felt the same way as him.
He's full, but will she be full too?
Duan Xingzhi misunderstood her meaning.
She's so hungry, and she still wants him to eat first?
Could it be...?
Is she genuinely concerned about him?
His expression flickered slightly, and under her burning gaze, he hastily ate a few bites before putting down his chopsticks.
"I'm full."
He pushed the food in front of her.
"Are you full?" Shen Zhiyi asked, her eyes wide.
She still felt hungry.
Are you really full?
"Hmm." Duan Xingzhi raised his chin slightly and pointed to the dishes. "You eat."
She seemed very hungry.
But she endured the suffering because she had to take care of herself.
Duan Xingzhi glanced around the room and, seeing the rather simple furnishings, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly.
Despite their obvious financial difficulties, they prioritized feeding him the abundant food.
Is she always this kind to her patients?
Duan Xingzhi's thoughts stirred slightly.
He lowered his eyes, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Shen Zhiyi was skeptical, but seeing his calm expression, she couldn't tell anything from him, so she could only listen to him and pick up her chopsticks to eat.
She used some haphazardly.
After eating a little, I got up and left.
She was sweating so much that she felt really uncomfortable if she didn't wash herself.
"Remember to finish the rest of the food, don't waste it."
After she left, Duan Xingzhi followed her instructions and swept up all the leftover food on the table.
Fifteen minutes later.
He leaned against the headboard, listening to the faint sound of water coming from next door, closed his eyes, and his expression was cold and hard.
It seems like they are suppressing something.
But the more you suppress it, the clearer the images in your mind become.
Her sweat-dampened temples, her flushed cheeks, the curves of her body rising and falling with her breath beneath her silk skirt, and her slightly parted, crimson lips gazing at him with a dreamy look…
His Adam's apple bobbed.
I opened my eyes and stared at the herbs hanging on the wall.
Suddenly, an extremely realistic tactile sensation came without warning.
It was as if an unseen hand, warm and moist, was slowly caressing his chest, tracing the grooves and lines of his abdominal muscles, and moving downwards...
The touch was delicate and provocative.
The images in his mind uncontrollably overlapped with the images in his head!
Duan Xingzhi suddenly opened his eyes.
Darkness surged in his eyes, a sharp glint flashed, and he warily scanned the empty room.
Then, his gaze fell, staring at his own body in surprise and doubt.
Nobody touched him.
The mere thought of her caused him such a violent reaction that he couldn't even face himself.
His breathing was hot, his chest heaving, and his usually calm black eyes were tinged with crimson.
He then realized that he had completely misunderstood her.
She may not have touched herself at all while she was unconscious.
All of his reactions were figments of his imagination.
Duan Xingzhi leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and felt a chill run down his spine at his loss of control and despicable behavior.
He actually harbored such despicable fantasies about a female doctor he barely knew...
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