He Nanxi stiffly turned his neck and saw Bai Weiwei behind him.
She looked at him with her clear eyes, but seemed to be worried, “What’s the matter?”
He Nanxi blocked the door. His breathing wasn’t smooth and his heart was pounding. A terrified panic started, as if he was the one that had the affair, rather than his brother.
He gulped and focused his ears, afraid that the little lover would start to speak again.
That the voice would come out and let her suspect something.
He Nanxi’s first reaction wasn’t about his brother and his father’s mistress cheating.
Rather, what would happen when Bai Weiwei found out?
How much she would suffer.
He Nanxi suddenly heard high heeled footsteps.
It was a very quiet noise, if not for his good hearing.
It wouldn’t be heard at all.
The shameless mistress was coming out, she would encounter him and his sister-in-law.
Wasn’t this the legendary tragic battlefield<1?
He Nanxi’s eyes were a little bloodshot, he stared dead on at the Bai Weiwei as his mind flipped through all kinds of scenarios.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door.
Bai Weiwei also seemed to sense something was wrong, wanting to pass him by and enter the ward.
He Nanxi’s mind blanked, his actions were almost subconscious. He reached out to catch her waist, then used those long legs to directly drag Bai Weiwei into the next ward over.
The rooms here were all single service luxury VIP wards.
This one seemed to have just checked out, so there was no new tenant.
Bai Weiwei wore a bewildered expression, she was confined by He Nanxi in the ward next door. The door was closed and he had unwittingly pushed her against it. The entirety of his tall body pressed against her.
It was to prevent her from running out.
When he saw that shameless mistress, he instinctively restrained Bai Weiwei’s actions.
He Nanxi himself couldn’t understand why he was so afraid of her discovering his brother’s infidelity.
Bai Weiwei finally came back to herself. She pushed at his chest.
Only to identify how hard it was, practicing Taekwondo had built up muscles, ah.
He Nanxi felt her hands pressed on his chest, the heavy force of her fingertips, reached the skin under his thin coat.
He shivered, instinctively lifting his palms to grasp her wrist so that she couldn’t break free.
Bai Weiwei frowned, mist pooled in her eyes because of anxiety, she whispered: “What’s wrong, Nanxi.”
He Nanxi bowed his head and saw her flawless with a hint of pink skin, her slightly confused expression, pursed gently lips. Surprisingly beautiful.
He appeared a little tense with gritted teeth, his breathing was also in disarray.
“Nothing, that is…… It’s……”
Tipped trough, there’s no good excuse.
He just pulled someone into another ward and pinned them so they couldn’t leave.
His mind couldn’t conceive of a good enough reason to justify the result.
He Nanxi’s cheeks were flushed, he could hear the familiar high heeled footsteps. Unhurried, step by step, she walked so slowly.
Still not far, ah.
Bai Weiwei tried to retrieve her hand.
He Nanxi thought she was leaving. His grip immediately tightened, fiercely clutching her soft hand in his palm, with nowhere to escape.
Bai Weiwei’s face became red.
She didn’t seem to be overthinking things, but she was still uncomfortable, “Nanxi, you’re holding me too tight, I can’t breathe.”
He Nanxi was nervous and glanced at her foolishly.
Then he realized that his body was squeezing her. He had adhered her to the door.
Two people’s figures, almost glued together.
Her soft as water form, was very different from his. Like a cloud, or a fragrant flower, it changed shape when pressed.
Her lips were slightly open and she breathed somewhat urgently, but her eyes looked at him with puzzlement and naivety.
She couldn’t seem to understand what he was doing.
He Nanxi’s mind went blank, all at once a burning fire burst out.
1: 修罗场 is a Buddhist term, and means tragic battlefield, 修罗 means Asura and 场 means pit. It later gained the meaning of someone struggling to die in the middle of a dilemma. I think it’s almost similar to the English phrase of being stuck between a rock and hard place. In Japanese it can refer to a place or situation where there is a need for “competition” or “combat” (like when you’re late to work and you have to fight your way through the morning work rush). Thanks to Smoked Salmon for the explanation.↩