"Jason, don’t be sad, a real man never fears having no wife. You..."
Before he could finish, Lu Jiayuan turned around and left again.
Vincent thought he left sadly, but didn’t say anything, just sighed and followed him.
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After a kiss, Yu Zexiao separated from her, looked around to see that no one was there, and then leaned in to peck her lips a few more times. Jian Anning’s face turned red, she squirmed and dodged, and the usually cool person was forced to let out a soft whimper: "Don’t~~"
"Why not?" Yu Zexiao casually flipped the blanket aside, sitting boldly beside her, wrapping an arm around her back and holding her in his embrace.
"Why aren’t you pregnant? So disappointing, seems like I need to work harder!"
Jian Anning immediately looked towards the door in fear, and sure enough, saw the door wasn’t closed tightly.
Countless times they secretly got intimate when they weren’t careful, they were caught by someone, she was almost becoming compulsive about it, if the door wasn’t closed tight, and the curtains weren’t drawn, she felt too embarrassed to be intimate with Yu Zexiao.
Just now, it was because Yu Zexiao was "jealous" of her kindness towards Lu Jiayuan, insisting on a kiss to soothe his "wounded heart." Jian Anning knew his personality, if she didn’t let him kiss her, he’d probably get even more excessive, so she let him kiss her. Now he was calm, so there was no need to indulge him any longer, and she immediately said: "Quick, go close the door!"
"Then, give me a kiss, just one kiss and I’ll close the door!" Yu Zexiao was quite adept at bargaining for "benefits".
Anyway, Vincent had already arranged everything just now, and he was quite confident in Vincent’s ability to handle things.
"Hurry up and close the door!"
Jian Anning, helpless, pecked him on the lips, and only then did Yu Zexiao show a big smile, got up to close the hospital room door.
Turning back, he saw her face pale from blood loss and illness, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead—he wasn’t sure if it was from heat or cold. Yu Zexiao suddenly felt a bit of heartache, returned and asked: "Still feeling unwell?"
Jian Anning shook her head, not wanting him to worry. Seeing her like that, how could Yu Zexiao not know what she was thinking? His face immediately fell slightly: "Not unwell, then why are you frowning?"
Jian Anning was stunned, seeing the worried yet eager look in Yu Zexiao’s eyes, she finally said: "My stomach feels a bit bloated."
She had a fever and was on an IV, she was fine now, as for the menstrual pain, it was caused by the cold and her recent irregular lifestyle and diet. The doctor prescribed both Chinese medicine and Western drugs for her. But even after taking the medicine, that dragging pain couldn’t quickly dissipate, making her feel utterly exhausted and weak.
"Really?" Yu Zexiao immediately climbed onto the bed, wrapped an arm around her back, the other large hand directly digging into the blanket, reaching the edge of her clothes, and without a word, reached inside.
"No, don’t..." Jian Anning struggled shyly, but Yu Zexiao firmly held her in place, his fingers touched her cold skin, only then he said: "Don’t what? And you, why suffer without telling me? What if something happens?"