Although Jiang Dachuan has always been secretly protecting Han Xi, Lu Jinghan never lets him enter the hospital since that’s where Han Xi works. He can’t have Jiang Dachuan standing at the office door every day like a gate god.
He picked up the cigarette from the table, tilted his head to light it, and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his pocket, looking into the distance with eyes as deep as a bottomless millennium icy pool.
The scarlet ember flickered at the sharply defined fingertips. Only when the entire cigarette was burned did he extinguish the butt in the ashtray and pull out his phone to call Fu Bin and Feng Yi.
After giving instructions, Lu Jinghan picked up the coat from the sofa and went out, driving straight to the hospital.
Right now, he’s frantically wanting to see Han Xi.
In the hospital, Han Xi had just finished surgery and was instructing the nurse about the patient’s matters. Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an embrace.
Inhale, exhale—all she could breathe was the unique faint vanilla scent of Lu Jinghan.
Han Xi blushed and looked up, her clean voice mixed with warm breath: "Why did you suddenly come over?"
His little declaration of love made Han Xi’s face even redder: "Can you let me go first? There are other people nearby."
"Don’t move, let me hold you a while longer." Lu Jinghan tightened his arms around Han Xi, his deep-set black eyes full of affection.
"Lu Jinghan, you’re so clingy."
"Yeah, I want to stick with you for a lifetime, don’t even think about getting rid of me."
The nurse beside them felt fully fed by their burst of sweetness. How could anyone be this sweet? This must be what they call other people’s boyfriends.
After holding her for more than ten minutes, Lu Jinghan finally let go of Han Xi, then interlaced his fingers with her small hand and headed to the office.
Almost simultaneously, as the door closed, Lu Jinghan lowered his head and kissed Han Xi’s small lips, one hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other weaving into her cascading hair.
Han Xi’s body involuntarily leaned back, her white little hand tightly clutching the collar of Lu Jinghan’s shirt. She was like a compliant little cat, at his mercy.
Lu Jinghan ended the long kiss after quite some time, with Han Xi breathing unevenly as she leaned against his chest, inhaling his scent.
"Xiao Xi, marry me." Lu Jinghan’s voice was magnetic and hoarse, yet full of firm sincerity.
Han Xi’s heart trembled violently, her mind felt disordered as if starved for oxygen.
"Marriage means staying together for a lifetime. Have you really thought this through?"
Lu Jinghan gently lifted Han Xi’s chin with his fingertips, his profound gaze seemingly holding scattered stars: "There’s no clearer time than now, Han Xi. I’ve fallen in love with you."
Han Xi’s heart was completely warmed, her eyelashes adorned with a fine, crystalline shimmer.
"Marry me, will you?"
Lu Jinghan gazed deeply at the woman in his arms, with just one look causing people to surrender.
Han Xi’s slightly flushed cheeks gained a hint of charm under the light. She softly nodded: "I agree."
That night, Lu Jinghan didn’t go back. He held Han Xi while lying on the single bed in the duty room, listening to her steady and even breathing, his smile so blissful it could drown someone.
In the morning, Han Xi woke up in Lu Jinghan’s embrace.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lu."
The man’s slightly hoarse voice lingered around Han Xi’s sensitive earlobes, while under the thick short hair, his deep-set brows and eyes held a just-awake laziness.