Lu Jing’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he was unable to react otherwise.
Not until the sound of approaching footsteps finally snapped him back to reality.
His first reaction was to throw his cell phone far away.
Sure enough, Jiang Ye was already standing at the doorway, wrapped only in a bath towel:
"Who are you texting?" he asked, smiling.
Lu Jing hadn’t fully recovered yet, his whole being still unsettled, and such a question nearly made him jump out of bed.
"Huh? No one, just Liu Yuan."
The man took steps closer:
"Yeah, who else could it be?"
"What did she send you?"
She didn’t send anything, why react so oddly?
Jiang Ye wasn’t stupid or blind.
He could clearly see.
Lu Jing’s throat felt choked up:
"She didn’t say much," he managed to say.
The words from Liu Yuan were indeed too embarrassing to speak out loud, mainly because they were a bit too intimate and salacious.
Jiang Ye didn’t intend to check the phone anyway; who would be in the mood for that at a time ?
Of course, it was time to get to the point!
There Lu Jing was, thinking about how to explain, when suddenly he was pushed down.
And someone pressed down on top of him.
"You first get off, you’re on my hair."
He was already losing so many hair strands every day, worrying that one day he might suddenly go bald.
The man, deeply aware of a woman’s concern for her hair, had no choice but to roll off first.
Lu Jing sat up and stroked his hair several times.
The bedsheet wrapped around him, however, kept slipping down.
Instantly, a light and translucent nightgown appeared before the man, enticingly semi-visible.
He meant to immediately reach out and hold it up, but before he could extend his hand, it was firmly grasped by the man’s.
At the same time, the man’s gaze changed.
Lu Jing couldn’t help but shrink back slightly; the oppressive feeling was too strong, making it hard to even breathe.
"What... what do you want?"
"What do you think? Dressed so nicely, isn’t it especially for me to see?"
He really wanted to say, wasn’t it you who forced me to change?
How come now you’re putting the blame on someone else?
He barely complained inwardly for a moment when the next second, he was pressed down heavily again.
Forget it, what’s the use of struggling any further?
Wouldn’t the end result still be the same?
The next day, it was still dark when the phone rang urgently.
Almost immediately as the phone started ringing, Jiang Ye woke up, grabbed his phone, and answered:
The voice on the phone hurriedly said:
"Captain Jiang, there’s an emergency mission."
Sure enough, the man’s emotion, which seemed about to explode at any moment, dissipated instantly:
"I’ll be right there!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
By then, Lu Jing had also awoken, still a bit groggy:
"Who was that?" she asked.
The man bent down and kissed her forehead twice:
"Sleep a little more, it’s still early. Your man has to go." Orıginal content can be found at novel·fıre·net
Lu Jing was used to it, not particularly surprised:
She was extremely sleepy; after all the commotion last night until three in the morning, she had barely slept four hours, hardly able to keep her eyes open.
After Jiang Ye left, Lu Jing didn’t sleep much longer before getting up.
She had no choice, she had to go to work today and punch in on time.
Dragging her sore and weak body out of bed, she hurriedly took a hot shower and only then felt more comfortable.
She didn’t bother making breakfast at home, just grabbed her phone, purse, and keys and left.
She’d just grab something ready-made at the hospital entrance; she wasn’t that hungry and couldn’t eat much anyway.