ould admit that before him, she had never seen such a handsome and charming man! Now, this handsome man was carrying her on his back... This realization brought a faint sweetness to her heart, but as...Shí Yǔ looked at Róng Líng's eyes, also with a deep meaning. Róng Líng felt it, his heart was half dead with annoyance, but he couldn't speak to warn Shí Yǔ, so he had to stiffen his body and sit there with a blank expression, responding to all changes with immobility!

This man, with his silent and cold expression, was frightening enough. The little nurse was even more scared, her red eyes filled with tears of pity!

Lin Meng frowned, looking at Xue Yi, then at the bloodstains still remaining on Rong Ling's body. He sighed and reluctantly compromised.

She walked over to Rong Ling. Rong Ling caught sight of her from the corner of his eye. Though his facial expression remained unchanged, a sense of relief finally washed over him inwardly.

“I’ll take it!” Lin Meng patted the poor little nurse on the shoulder. Sitting down, she looked into the grateful eyes of the nurse. Picking up the spilled medicine water, Lin Meng took the new one handed over by the nurse and carefully helped Rong Ling clean his wound.

A clean cotton swab gently brushed the edge of Rong Ling's wound, making it itch slightly. He narrowed his eyes, and a faint numbness mixed with a tingling sensation spread through him.

"Get out!" he ordered shortly after.

Thus, everyone left, including Shi Yu. Only Lin Meng and the little guy remained. The little guy took off his shoes and lay beside Rong Ling, looking curiously at his scattered wounds. He had two larger scratches that had already been stitched up by the doctor.

"Uncle, does it hurt!" The little boy frowned and cautiously touched Rong Ling's skin. Rong Ling leaned against the headboard, smiling when he heard this.

"It doesn't hurt!" He extended his big palm and covered the little guy's head, gently rubbing it.

But the little guy shook his head stubbornly and retorted, "It must have hurt a lot!"

Then, with eyes open, he watched silently as Lin Meng treated Rong Ling's wound. Rong Ling had been cut by glass, so it was a tedious task. Lin Meng lowered his head, slightly pursed his lips, and handled it wordlessly. Rong Ling's dark eyes were focused solely on Lin Meng.

Her jet-black hair cascaded softly along her temples, setting off her porcelain complexion with an ethereal beauty. As he gazed at her, he felt a strange pull, his fingers gently touching her cheek.

She was taken aback, raising her eyes to glare at him rudely. There was a fierceness in her gaze, like that of a she-leopard, but to his eyes it only seemed all the more adorable.

She didn't ask him anything, not where he had gone or how he got hurt. This silence slowly began to feel oppressive to him.

"That's my mom!"

In this space where there were no outsiders, he finally chose to explain. Although he didn't spend much thought on the woman, most of the time, it was the woman who pursued him, but that didn't mean he didn't understand her mind at all. Some misunderstandings had to be explained. Even if she might not have misunderstood!

"Today is New Year's Eve, and I'm going to spend it with my mom. The one who answered your call just now is my mom!"

Lin Meng pursed her lips, still saying nothing.

He moved his index finger away and began gently to play with her hair. The jet-black strands, smooth as seaweed, danced and glided over his fingertips. He tightened his grip slightly, pulling a strand taut.

"I originally wanted to take you and Youyou to see my mom…"

He fell silent for a moment, and didn't continue.

Lin Meng finally stirred, pausing her hand motion of applying medicine. She looked up at him, trying to discern the sincerity in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, catching her gaze with those obsidian-like eyes. His handsome face slowly drew closer. She was bewitched by the darkness in his eyes and unconsciously leaned into his kiss.

The soft touch of his lips sent a jolt through her, and she gasped. She reached out and pushed him away with force.

"Hmm!" he mumbled, collapsing heavily onto the pillow leaning against his headboard.

Her heart tightened, and she realized that the person before her was also a wounded soldier. But her resentment towards him prevented her from being soft and submissive. So, with a slight blush on her earlobes, she growled a threat.

"Hands off!"

Having said that, fearing he wouldn't believe her, she clenched her tiny fist and waved it menacingly in front of him. Her silver teeth were bared in a fierce expression.

Rong Ling raised an eyebrow in surprise, a wry smile on his face: "This is over. He can be 100% sure now, this woman is angry with him!"

Thus, the first time, his facial muscles twitched and he let out a low groan. "It hurts…"

"In passing, he let out two groans, 'Mmm mmm,' indicating that he was genuinely hurt by her shove."

“You’re killing me!” she said coldly, seeming to take pleasure in his pain. But her bright eyes betrayed the anxiety within her. She scrutinized his body carefully, trying to find if any wound had burst open. Then, without warning, she was kissed.

The kiss was soft and wet, completely different from Rong Ling's. Lin Meng turned his head to look at Xiao Youyou with her pouted little mouth, and chuckled dumbly.

"Youyou, what are you doing!"

“I want a kiss too!” The little fellow puffed out his chest, solemnly stating that he deserved the same treatment as his father.

Lin Meng looked at her cute son and gave him a warm kiss without hesitation. The little guy grinned and smiled, proudly raised his slightly raised eyebrows, and glanced at his father demonstratively, meaning: See, I'm Mommy's baby, and Mommy loves me the most!

Rong Ling narrowed her eyes. A strong sense of injustice surged in her heart at this unfair treatment. Her mind whirled for a moment, and then she let out another low hum, as if in great pain.

One big and one small, one easy to soften their heart, and one still young and tight, are both easily fooled. Lin Meng dreamed of the state, frowned, and the little guy also frowned.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you!"

"It's like my wound has opened again!" Rong Ling intentionally lowered his voice, shamelessly spreading a huge lie.

Lin Meng felt guilty, the little guy had a bit of pity.

"Where does it hurt!" the little guy asked urgently. At this moment, he didn't even bother to argue about being kissed.

Rong Ling extended his hand, pointing at his shoulder. There, a piece of glass had plunged in deeply, requiring four stitches. It was now bandaged with white gauze, making it impossible to tell the extent of the injury.

The little guy came closer, wanting to widen his eyes to see the wound clearly. But all he saw was white gauze and more white gauze.

Rong Ling glanced at Lin Meng with the corner of his eye, and seemingly casually murmured, "It seems like it's bleeding..."

Lin Meng felt increasingly guilty. She knew that place was stitched up. As if punishing herself, she bit her lip hard. She abruptly put down the medicine in her hand and stood up. "I'll go call the doctor, have him come take a look!"

How can this be!

Rong Ling stretched out his long arm and immediately grabbed Lin Meng, saying in a low voice, "Xiaoshang, it's fine, don't let the doctor come over. I hate doctors hovering around me!"

This fellow is lying again! He runs a big hospital himself. If he really hated doctors, could he still be in this line of work!

Lin Meng actually believed it! Where could she, be a match for Rong Ling, this cunning old fox

"I'm sorry," she said with a hint of guilt.

Rong Ling only tightly squeezed her small hand, not letting go.

"I'll blow on it for you, and it won't hurt anymore," the little one tilted their head, thought of this idea, then very obediently opened their mouth wide and tried their best to blow air on the wound.

So there he was, the little fellow kneeling halfway down, his cheeks puffed out like a little frog, breathing in and out rapidly. He looked so serious!

Rong Ling looked, and her eyes softened.

Only such a close blood tie could possibly create such genuine affection!

Good son!

He inwardly praised himself, extending his other free hand and patting the young one. "Yoyo, come here!"

He pointed to his side.

The little boy raised his eyes and stubbornly said in a childish voice, "But I want to give Uncle a goodnight kiss!"

"Let Mommy help me sleep, okay, Yuyu Will you sleep with Uncle"

The little fellow is still a child, after all. After the initial excitement wore off, he got tired easily. Rong Ling had already seen him secretly yawn several times. This evening, the little guy was turned around quite a few times, he must be exhausted.

Lin Meng also immediately sensed Rong Ling's intentions and coaxed the little one to sleep. She then took over the little one's work, perfunctorily helping Rong Ling blow on his hair. After all, so-called "huhu" is a trick used to coax children, and she would be embarrassed to use such a method to persuade Rong Ling.

Lóng had grown accustomed to the task of lulling his little one to sleep. He patted the child’s back gently with his warm hand. He promised that once the child woke up, he would recount every detail of his daring adventure tonight, and only then, with a contented heart, did the child drift back into dreamland.

Róng Líng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Take the little one back to the hut and put him to sleep. Someone might be coming later, so don't wake him!"

Lin Meng didn't doubt him and nodded in agreement. In Su Wu's manor, most of the buildings were independent villas, with rooms connected to each other inside. The small guest room next to Rong Ling's master bedroom was where Lin Meng went with the little one now.

After he came out, she went to the bathroom and fetched some hot water, intending to help Rong Ling wipe his body. His whole body was covered in bloodstains; it had to be cleaned up properly. But just as she brought the towel over and sat down on the bed, Rong Ling suddenly pulled her into his arms. Then, a fiery kiss abruptly sealed her lips, followed by him roughly taking hold of and sucking on them.

She was stunned, her eyes widening in shock. He pushed his lips against hers, taking advantage of her disarray, and his hot tongue plunged into her mouth, greedily sweeping back and forth over her sweetness.

For this moment, he had been planning for a long time.

She didn't give in. So casually allowing him to kiss her like that, what did she think he was!

Is she mad at him right now! If it weren't for the fact that he's a patient, she would have left ages ago and wouldn't be here!

Let me go!

She roared silently in her heart, overcome with shame and anger. Her heart hardened, her silver teeth clenched tight, and she bit him fiercely!

He winced, his brows twitching slightly with pain. A faint metallic tang of blood filled his mouth, but he didn't let go of her. His burning hot palm circled her slender waist, holding her captive in a domineering grip. His tongue invaded her fiercely, greedily biting at her tongue and lips, his movements frantic, his breath ragged and scorching, as if he hadn't touched her in half a year.

She wasn't a cruel person. She had bitten him hard enough to draw blood, but now she couldn't bring herself to bite again. With no other choice, she could only helplessly reach out and pinch the flesh of his waist.

He mumbled and endured, still refusing to let go. After kissing her until she was dizzy and nearly suffocated, he finally released her, then bit her ear, breathing hot and passionately against it, murmuring, "Little sweetheart, be good and let me kiss you for a while. You really made me ache just now, let me kiss you a little, and the pain will go away..."

When this guy is up to no good, he's like a different person altogether. He starts spouting nonsense and telling spooky stories!

Her face was flushed, and she gasped softly. Her lips were slightly swollen and glistening with moisture, soft and sweet like jelly. He looked at her, his pupils shrinking with desire. He lowered his head and kissed her again. The softness and warmth of her touch drove him wild! So, he changed his mind immediately from just a quick kiss to something more intense. His big hand began to impatiently tear at her clothes.

She hadn't been kissed to the point of losing her soul, but when his big hand touched her sensitive lower back, she immediately jolted, straightening her slender spine.

This man is crazy!

He's injured now!

She slapped him hard, but the man in love was completely consumed by lust. His heart, eyes, and mind were all filled with it, his pain receptors dulled to a point of almost non-existence. In his mind, he was screaming ferociously, wanting to strip this woman bare and hold her close, making her his!

He needs to confirm, under any circumstances, that this woman is his.

He was also drawn to her, his body becoming as if it were on opium, addicted solely to her. When she was around, he found it hard to control himself and resist touching her. It was beyond his will!

She finally managed to pull away from his fierce kiss, gaining a brief moment of freedom for her lips. After a few gasps, she gritted her teeth and growled at him.

"Don't you want your body anymore, are you not afraid of your wounds bursting open!"

“It’s nothing…” he mumbled in a low voice, his large hand pressing her soft neck against him, his lips busy nibbling on her fragrant neck. The other hand, along her back, had reached the clasp of her bra and unhooked it with a slight movement of his fingers, expertly undoing it.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed crimson, almost as red as the setting sun!

"Rong Ling!" she hissed through gritted teeth, pushing against him with all her might. But he was like a lovesick devil, yanking at her sweater and moving his scorching lips from her exposed collarbone down.

He vaguely calculated that it had been almost a month since he last touched her. Today, he had to make up for the fact that he hadn't pampered her while she was working away in another city, so he endured not making a move on her and made up for it.

"Ah!" He roared suddenly, his muscles tensing violently, but it was Lin Meng who could bear it no longer, and fiercely bit him on the shoulder.

"If you don't let go of me, I'll bite you again!"

She threatened him relentlessly, but wouldn't it be better if she wasn't batting her eyelashes and blushing like a flower right now! This man always had a high pain tolerance, but seeing her fierce yet flirtatious demeanor made his heart melt. He was even more determined not to let her go.

He stretched out his arm with lightning speed and suddenly ripped her close-fitting sweater off. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled it over her head. Her face was covered by the sweater, and she whimpered sadly for a few moments. Against his body, her slender waist twisted like a seductive serpent, causing a surge of heat throughout his entire being. The weapon below him instantly became erect with desire.

With one final, forceful tug, the pitiful sweater was ripped away from its female owner by this ferocious man. The poor woman’s bodice had already been unhooked and hung limply, as she reached out to protect her last shred of modesty, the man beat her to it, rudely yanking her blouse down. Instantly, two large breasts, almost blinding in their whiteness, sprang forth!

She covered her chest with one hand, her whole body trembling with anger. Her water-colored eyes were wide open, accusingly staring at him.

"Baby, don't look at me like that..." He mumbled softly, nuzzling her nose affectionately. "You're going to drive me crazy!"

He is more easily excited emotionally tonight. Perhaps because after experiencing such hardship, he wants to do something crazy to prove something!

He held her slender waist as it danced wildly in his hands, and couldn't help but sigh softly:

So delicate—just a handful, as if it could be broken with the slightest squeeze!

So soft -- it feels smooth and delicate, like gliding over tender tofu!

This woman is his! She's his!

This sound was growing louder, like an ancient bell tolling, resonating in the ears, lasting forever, causing the ears themselves to throb.

He pulled open her slender arms, lowered his head impatiently, and fiercely kissed her tender breasts.

"Ah--" She straightened her slender neck, letting out a muffled moan. Her waist softened and she leaned against him, half falling into his embrace. Her delicate, youthful body rippled like a stone thrown into still water, sending waves of breathtaking beauty outward. It was maddeningly beautiful!

His eyes heated up, his big hand roving across her back, with a kind of weight that was both heavy and reassuring, slowly soothing her. His hot tongue, however, played with her chest aggressively.

She couldn't bear it, her narrow eyes squinting as she shook her head repeatedly. But her body, under his manipulation, was soft as water, unable to stiffen at all!

She wasn't even his match!

"Don't..." she panted, softly refusing.

He forcefully pulled her hand, reaching into his own groin and pressing down on the weight, then straightening up, biting at her soft lips, whispering with a husky voice laced with desire. "Baby, I want you, give yourself to me!"

The hard object felt so distinct, even through her underwear she could feel the heat. She thought her hand was going to get burned. She tried to pull away, but he pressed harder, not letting go. She pulled with all her might, and he matched her strength. Soon, she was sweating, a fine sheen of perspiration covering her body, her face flushed red as if it would burst.

She lowered her head, glaring angrily at the man burying his head in her chest, acting as if he owned the place. It was infuriating! But as she looked down, she first saw a piece of crimson gauze. The gauze that had been pristine white just moments ago, now plastered on his shoulder, was soaked with blood!

The wound is bleeding! Oh no, the wound must have burst open!with you!" Rong Qixiang rushed to see Du Caixin. Seeing her like that, she panicked and became angry. After Du Caixin briefly explained, Rong Qixiang was furious. Her mother was rushing to the hospita...