NOVPUBThe dusk filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on the bedroom floor.
When Chen Nan pushed the door open to deliver the meal, he saw Wu Qiong clutching the corner of the quilt, tossing and turning, with the silk pajamas' strap slipping to her arm, revealing a large area of honey-colored skin.
Hearing the noise.
She jerked the thin quilt up, but it made the curves of her waist and hips more pronounced under the fabric.
"I..." Wu Qiong's face was filled with embarrassment, "I need to use the bathroom!"
She had been bedridden for half a day and already felt the urge.
"Your injuries haven't healed yet, you shouldn't move vigorously." Chen Nan sighed helplessly, "I told you before, if you need anything, just call me. Why don't you listen?"
"I..." Wu Qiong was at a loss for words.
She did want to call Chen Nan, but thinking about what he did when helping her wipe her body made her feel uneasy!
Afraid that Chen Nan might lose control and do something unspeakable!
"I'll carry you to the bathroom," Chen Nan said softly. After putting down the dinner, he approached the bed, slipped an arm under her knees, supported her back with the other hand, and lifted her up entirely.
Wu Qiong was surprisingly light, yet every inch was firm and transmitted a searing warmth through the silk.
"Hold on tight," Chen Nan's voice was husky.
Wu Qiong instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest due to inertia.
Both of them froze—she wasn't wearing a bra.
Chen Nan could distinctly feel the two soft shapes rising and falling with her breath, the peaks subtly hardening in the cool air, causing his breathing to quicken.
Wu Qiong's whole body tensed, a feeling of her heart racing flooded over her, and a blush silently spread across her face!
Chen Nan's breathing suddenly became heavier, his hand supporting her knee moved up half an inch, his thumb resting right against the tender flesh of her thigh root.
In an instant.
Wu Qiong had an illusion of being electrocuted, goosebumps rising swiftly like disturbed sensitive plants!
The bathroom mirror reflected their overlapping figures.
When Chen Nan placed her on the toilet seat, Wu Qiong's clothing hem rolled up to the middle of her thighs, the honey-colored skin still bearing the faint red marks left from when he had wiped her before.
She frantically tugged at her clothing, only exposing more of her waistline, the mermaid line vanishing into the shadows.
"Turn around..." Wu Qiong's voice trembled, full of shyness.
Chen Nan turned his back, hearing the rustle of fabric sliding down, followed by the sound of trickling water.
In the mirror, her side profile biting her lip was reflected, shadows from her long lashes hiding a shimmer of shameful tears.
When the final drip of water tinkled into the porcelain, Wu Qiong let out a sigh of pleasure...
When Chen Nan turned back, she was hastily pulling up her pants, the waist tie tangled into a knot.
He stepped forward, knelt on one knee to help untie it, his nose just three inches away from her inner thigh.
There, a humid warmth rose, mingling the bitter scent of medicament and her own fragrance, making his temples throb violently.
Wu Qiong's cheeks were burning red; she wished she could find a hole to crawl into!
She had never experienced such an embarrassing situation in her life!
Then Chen Nan picked her up again and returned to the bedroom!
"Anyway, you should eat first, call me if you need anything at any time!" Chen Nan said to Wu Qiong, suppressing his embarrassment before walking out.
Because he had previously offended Wu Qiong, Chen Nan was clearly a bit guilty when facing her, to put it plainly, lacking confidence!
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When Chen Nan pushed open the mottled wooden gate of the backyard, the moonlight happened to spill over the top of the parasol tree.
The figure beside the stone table caught his breath—Shen Qinglan was leaning against the stone bench, the black spaghetti-strap silk nightdress hugging her graceful figure like a second skin.
The two shockingly thin straps hung loosely on her collarbones, seemingly about to break with a little force.
"What took you so long to bring the food?" Her voice was like honey, thick and sweet, the moonlight flowing over her exposed shoulders and neck, coating her skin into a cold white marble.
As she breathed, the low neckline faintly revealed an enticing shadow, the lace edge dancing along the full curves with her movements.
The night wind suddenly swept by, lifting a corner of her skirt.
Shen Qinglan seemed unfazed, instead elegantly crossing her left leg over the right.
The slit then exposed an entire stretch of her white thigh, gleaming like a pearl in the moonlight.
The high-heeled shoe dangling from her toes swaying precariously, the red nail polish exuding a fatal allure.
Chen Nan's gaze traced uncontrollably along the curve of her calf, abruptly halted in the shadow of her skirt.
"Have you seen enough?" Shen Qinglan suddenly leaned forward, the neckline drooping instantly.
Moonlight spilled unobstructed into that secret area, Chen Nan could even see the arc of her heart rising and falling with her breath.
The silk fabric stretched out two small protrusions at the peaks, intermittently visible beneath the fabric as she adjusted her sitting posture. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Chen Nan grinned, "I can never see enough!" With that, he sat on the stone bench opposite Shen Qinglan and poured the red wine into the goblet.
Chen Nan's long fingers gently pinched the goblet, the dark red wine swirling in the glass, refracting a misty halo.
His lips curled into a slight smile, and as he handed the glass to Shen Qinglan, his fingertips lightly grazed hers, "Try today's dishes, I added special ingredients like Polygala, Albizia bark, and also..."
He leaned closer, warm breath brushing her ear, "a few herbs that can calm the mind!"
Shen Qinglan took the glass, her long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under the light.
Her red lips parted slightly, savoring a sip of wine, a delicate pink tongue slowly sliding over her lips, leaving an enticing trail of moisture.
"Doctor Chen..." her voice was lazy and hoarse, "why didn't you add some Cynomorium... or Cistanche?" As she spoke, the tip of her raised toe inadvertently brushed against Chen Nan's shin.
"Hmm?" Chen Nan's Adam's apple bobbed, eyes focusing on her collarbone rising with her breath.
There hung a drop of red wine, like a tiny vermilion mole.
Shen Qinglan suddenly leaned forward, the neckline slightly open, a faint fragrance wafting into Chen Nan's nostrils, "I worry..."
Her fingertip gently tapped on his abdomen, tracing the outline of his abs through his shirt, "someone... might have kidney issues!" The tone lightly fluttered like a feather.
Chen Nan caught her mischievous hand, the contact radiating a searing warmth, "Want to... try now?"
"What's the rush..." Shen Qinglan withdrew her hand, red lips curving into a cunning arc, "I plan to stay here for ten days or half a month..."
When she stood up, the hem of her skirt swept past Chen Nan's knee, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "By then... seeing someone asking for mercy holding their waist... would be quite amusing."
Chen Nan's eyes darkened as he captured her slender waist.
Shen Qinglan fell into his lap, their breaths intertwining, the rich aroma of wine swirling between their lips.
Her fingertips traced along his tense jawline, revealing an intriguing smile on her face, "Now it's still... not too late to remedy..."
