Chapter 889: Chapter 869: She Pulled Down His Pants
Jiayi seemed not to hear his question, her tone dreamy and vague, as if drifting in from a distant place:
"...I was thinking, if something happened to you today, I might send Little Baozi to my mom’s place, have her take care of him... because I might not survive either."
The quiet car, as if plunging into an icy lake, time froze.
All that was heard were the increasingly rapid breaths of the two.
In a sudden move, Huo Zhenyang cupped her cheek, leaned close to her ear, and said deeply, "Baby, show me your sincerity with actions."
"Hmm?" Before she could react, he suddenly claimed her lips.
She stopped resisting, without a trace of hesitation, wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming his kiss.
Heavy breathing, the mingling and lingering of lips and tongues, a romance as inevitable as lightning striking and igniting flames.
It was as if only this way, she could feel him safe and unharmed beside her.
The temperature rose bit by bit, like lava from a volcanic eruption, melting her within his embrace, her will in disarray, she moaned softly: "Zhenyang... want me."
With a "snap", he swung open the car door, wrapped one arm around her waist, and carried her horizontally into the house.
A few servants, upon seeing this, blushed and bowed their heads to avoid looking. Thumping upstairs, he kicked open the bedroom door, and placed her on the bed.
It was only when the last layer of fabric was stripped from beneath her, and she felt a cool breeze, that she snapped out of her frenzy...
Heavens, what was she doing?
Had she gone mad?
She had actually taken the initiative, allowing him to possess her... she raised her hand to push him away, trying to sit up: "Wait..."
"It’s too late to regret," his voice low and husky in her ear, his large hand ripped away her last shred of modesty.
Their bodies melded in passion, entangled in an embrace that felt like the last before the end of the world.
In the slight pain, she reveled in his every passionate tenderness, as if undulating through the clouds, until completely exhausted, she fainted in his arms...
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The hospital room.
Nie Yixiao opened his eyes, feeling a tickling sensation at the root of his ear.
Turning his head, he saw Qiao Yongyong lying by the bed, idly cleaning his ears with a cotton swab out of boredom.
He frowned and sat up abruptly: "Qiao Yongyong, have you nothing better to do? ——Hiss——"
He winced and hunched over due to pain from a wound on his back.
"Are you okay? Ay, why did you suddenly sit up? Did you pull your wound? I’ll go call the doctor."
Qiao Yongyong dropped the cotton swab, stood up, but her wrist was seized by his grip.
"No need for a doctor. Just stay away from me, and I’ll be fine," said Nie Yixiao with a stern face.
Qiao Yongyong pouted.
Was he suggesting she was his bad luck charm?
Indeed. Last time he rescued her from a fire and burned his hand.
This time, he pulled her out of a car rigged with explosives and hurt his back.
Every time, it was for her that he got injured.
She cranked up the hospital bed for him to lean on, murmuring very quietly, "Just a few hours ago, you were holding my hand, ready to die with me, hugging me as we jumped into the sea, for fear that I would get hurt, and now you act like this... The heart of man is unfathomable as a needle at the bottom of the sea, no knowing what you are thinking."
"What are you mumbling about? Do you have a radish in your mouth?" Nie Yixiao raised his brows.
Worried that he would get upset again and affect his wound, Qiao Yongyong replied, "Nothing."
Nie Yixiao glanced at the wall clock in the hospital room: "It’s getting late, go back to Disheng."
"I’ve already agreed with Mr. Huo that I’ll stay here for the next few days to take care of you."
Nie Yixiao’s frown deepened: "A wealthy heiress like you, who’s never even been to the kitchen, how can you take care of me? There are plenty of caregivers here."
"You almost lost your life trying to save me, now you’re hurt, I must take care of you myself. If you want me to pledge myself in return, that’s fine too." Qiao Yongyong said with a playful smile.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him: "Qiao Yongyong, don’t flatter yourself. I saved you because I happened to come across the incident, and besides, you came to China with Huo Zhenyang. If you had died, it could have caused a rift between Longding Society and Huo Zhenyang, Jiayi wouldn’t want to see that. I don’t want to see her upset."
Qiao Yongyong’s smile stiffened, the pain in her wrist she was being pinched forgotten in an instant: "So you saved me because of Miss Chu?"
He didn’t speak, just looked at her indifferently.
It left a bad taste in her heart.
He really cared about Miss Chu more than she had imagined...
She once thought she’d lose the engagement ring, and over time, he would forget about this love.
But just as he said, if a love could be so easily forgotten, it could only mean it wasn’t true love.
This man, perhaps, could never let go of Miss Chu in this lifetime.
And she could never interpose herself.
Nie Yixiao, seeing her eyes that shone bright as stars filled with loss, said no more, and turned to get out of bed.
Qiao Yongyong snapped back to reality, reviving her spirits: "Hey, hey, what are you getting out of bed for, what are you trying to do, just say it, I’ll help you... "
If it had been any other girl, she would have taken the hint from what he had just said and retreated, but she was like an indestructible cockroach.
Nie Yixiao caught a glimpse of the hidden sorrow behind the girl’s forced smile.
He didn’t send her away again, but his rebuff was as distant as ever: "Can you help me with going to the restroom?"
But he forgot that the girl in front of him was no ordinary girl; she wouldn’t blush, but rather volunteered immediately: "No problem at all."
That’s enough!
Nie Yixiao, too lazy to say anything else, stood up, and Qiao Yongyong immediately supported him.
"You’re serious about this, Qiao Yongyong?"
"Would I joke about it? The nurse just said that you have a concussion, you need to move as little as possible, you’re not even supposed to get out of bed, the doctor is considering giving you a urinary catheter. If you need to use the restroom, you’re supposed to do it in bed—"
Nie Yixiao’s face turned purple.
"So let me help you in, otherwise if the doctor sees you, he’ll definitely insist on the catheter." Qiao Yongyong threatened, pouting.
He had a germophobia and loved being clean, so the idea of a catheter was certainly unacceptable to him.
Indeed, Nie Yixiao hesitated for a few seconds, and ultimately didn’t speak, letting Qiao Yongyong help him into the restroom.
Once inside, he spoke: "Alright, you can leave, I’ll handle it slowly on my own."
"You can’t bend over right now, let me help you take them off." Qiao Yongyong still wouldn’t give up.
Nie Yixiao clenched his teeth, barely holding back his last ounce of patience: "No need."
"Then try to take down your pants, let me see."
Nie Yixiao, skeptical, tried to reach for his waist to undo his belt but found that pulling it down required bending over and he couldn’t muster the strength.
"Let me do it." said Qiao Yongyong, reaching out and slowly pulling his pants down.
A pair of long, slender, and upright legs appeared, and within the underwear in the middle, something bulged...
She mimed wiping a nosebleed and thought, wow, who would have thought this guy wasn’t just handsome but also quite substantial down there.
