Chapter 791: Chapter 791: She’s the Only One I Want (2)
“You…,” she watched the man undressing, biting her lip.
She knew he had an ulterior motive when he asked Song Ning so many questions.
That stunningly handsome face was especially heart-stirring through the mist of water vapor.
Lu Wanwan’s face flushed repeatedly, yet she had nowhere to escape in the bathtub.
“We’ve grown unfamiliar over the years, so let’s get reacquainted until you’re used to me.” As he took off his shirt, he spoke softly, his movements graceful yet sexy, “Sleep more if you haven’t slept enough, look more if you haven’t looked enough… you’ll get used to it slowly.”
Lu Wanwan was speechless, watching him take off his clothes and step into the bathtub with one foot.
“But we can’t…” She took a deep breath, stepping back several steps from him.
“I know,” he said softly.
Gu Annan turned and lay down in the bathtub.
The oversized double bathtub was more than enough for just him.
Lu Wanwan quickly submerged herself in the water, only to be embraced by a pair of arms almost immediately after the splashing sound.
“Why so far away from me?” Gu Annan’s warm, thin lips landed on her shoulder from behind.
“Since we can’t, does this not make you uncomfortable?”
“I’d be uncomfortable not doing this too.” He slowly sucked, slowly kissed up, murmuring, “Physical contact is permissible, right?”
He kissed up to her earlobe, his brows deeply furrowed.
Indeed, it still wasn’t right. If it were before, by this time she would have already…
“I must detoxify you as soon as possible!” His eyes flashed coldly, regretting that he hadn’t been more ruthless initially upon thinking she couldn’t feel him completely.
“Didn’t you say you love who I am?” Lu Wanwan lowered her head, her smooth back pressing tightly against his firm chest.
“What contradiction is there?” he sucked hard on her neck, “I can’t even kiss you; this drug effect must be resolved.”
What if she really couldn’t get better? Could he accept that?
“If it’s certain there’s no cure, I’ll accept that too. But clearly there is hope, so of course, I won’t give up. Understand?” He said, his hand slipping down from behind and grasping hers…
Ji Shaoyang stood at the doorway, staring unblinkingly at the woman sitting on the bed, who still showed some aversion even towards the female nurse.
But clearly, it wasn’t as severe as towards him back then.
“Doctor Song said this is the last injection.” The nurse cleaned up the needle, holding the now-empty IV bag, and told him, “Mr. Ji, if there’s any special circumstance, please contact us again.”
Ji Shaoyang nodded his head, not speaking.
Song Ning had asked him to take her away, probably because she was utterly hopeless.
Unable to get any information from her, he could see her whole nerves tense up when approached.
But then, what could he possibly ask?
Ji Shaoyang stared at the silent woman. From the time he brought her here until now, she hadn’t spoken a single word.
“Everything you need for living is here, just speak up if you need anything.” Ji Shaoyang finally spoke again, “There is a maid outside, if you are hungry or thirsty, or need anything, tell her.”
Wen Qiao lifted her head, guilt and shyness intertwined on her beautiful, frail face.
He felt a twinge of pity in his heart.
When he first met her, he thought she was a sheltered, well-off lady, untouched by the real world, yet wanting to see what the outside world was like.
After searching for her for six years, he now saw a completely different her.
“This place is on the thirtieth floor and above; don’t think about escaping,” Ji Shaoyang added.