The Great Doctor Girl

His hand was like a nimble snake, gently moving across my back. The warmth from his fingertips felt like caressing a rare treasure that had been lost and then found again.

Every touch seemed to carry an electric current that struck my heart, making my heart beat faster involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

Those hands, filled with love and desire, were like the surging undercurrent in the deep ocean, creating ripples on my skin.

His emotions were like surging waves, sweeping towards me one after another. The overwhelming force left me powerless to resist. I could only go with the flow in this ocean of emotions, gradually sinking and unable to extricate myself.

"Me too. This feeling is so strong. It's like every moment we're apart is torture."

I couldn't help but respond, my voice trembling slightly, the aftermath of the emotional impact.

My hands seemed to have a consciousness of their own, running through his hair, my fingers entwined with his hair, feeling the warmth coming from those strands, as if I were touching the heat of his soul.

Suddenly, he picked me up and, like a lion declaring its sovereignty, threw me onto the extremely large bed with unquestionable strength.

The softness of the mattress instantly enveloped me, and before I could react, he leaned over.

I couldn't help but let out a light gasp. Our eyes met, and the air around us seemed to freeze in an instant. Then, the light suddenly dimmed as if controlled by an invisible hand. It seemed as if the only sounds in the world were our breathing and heartbeats.

At this moment, the room was filled with a faint scent of lavender, which was the lingering smell of the scented candle I lit before going to bed. It was originally meant to help me sleep, but now it seemed to be adding fuel to the ambiguous atmosphere.

The ornaments on the wall cast vague shadows in the dim light, like silent bystanders, witnessing the love-hate entanglement between us.

I was wearing a long pajama dress, and the slightly curled ruffles at the neckline swayed gently like shy blooming flowers.

It perfectly sets off my graceful and slender shoulder bones, showing a fresh and slightly sexy charm.

The faintly visible skin exudes a charming luster in the dim light, silently attracting his attention.

The man's dark and deep gaze, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, fell straight on my slightly open red lips.

His palms seemed to have magic power, gently holding my face. The rough palms touched my delicate skin, rubbing out sparks of love.

Then, he slowly lowered his head and kissed her...

His kiss was delicate and passionate, like a sudden rainstorm in summer, every drop of rain fell on my heart with scorching temperature.

Then, Huang Junze showed unusual gentleness, like an elegant connoisseur, knowing that this delicacy already belonged completely to him. There was no need to rush, and he could slow down and savor it carefully.

His lips rubbed against mine, as if telling me his endless love and longing for me.

His kiss made me feel dizzy, as if I was in the clouds, floating in the air and not knowing what was going on.

I was originally passive, but in this passionate kiss, I slowly became an active responder without knowing when.

My hands unconsciously climbed up his neck, fingers clasped tightly, as if I wanted to merge him into my body.

The man seemed to be ignited by my passion. He lost his initial patience and became stronger. He began to invade every soft part of me. His domineering aura almost suffocated me.

Such a lingering and passionate kiss no longer seemed to be driven entirely by desire.

Beyond desire, there arises a terrifying shudder, which is the fear of the unknown depth of emotions and the involuntary sinking.

My body was like a lit powder keg, constantly swelling and heating up, and every inch of my skin was craving more touch.

Especially my chest, the feeling of fullness was like a force constantly exploding outwards, making it almost impossible for me to breathe, as if I would dissipate in this surging emotion in the next second.

After a long time, Huang Junze listened to my increasingly heavy breathing. He finally stopped, resting his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, "I'm going to take a shower first."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible restraint.

At this moment, my face is charming and pretty, like a peach blossom blooming in spring, with an alluring blush.

I lowered my eyes and nodded slightly, with a hint of confusion still lingering in my eyes.

I thought to myself, didn't he just take a shower? Why is he going there again?

It was not until the man got up and left that I woke up as if from a beautiful dream. I took a deep breath, and my fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets beneath me. The sheets were wrinkled by me, just like my messy heart at the moment.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying to calm the emotions that were surging like waves.

Soon, Huang Junze came out of the bathroom. He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. The lines faintly visible under the towel were as perfect as ancient Greek sculptures.

He showed off his broad shoulders, with smooth and toned muscles. Every muscle seemed to have been carefully carved and full of power.

As he raised his arm to wipe his hair, his muscles bulged slightly, full of tension, as if containing endless energy.

I couldn't help but stare at his hard chest. His eight-pack abs had a fatal attraction to me and made me drool.

"You like it!" I was suddenly exposed by him, and shyness surged into my heart like a tide. I suddenly felt ashamed. My eyes, which were originally staring at his body, moved away in panic, like a child who had done something bad.

I immediately shook my head and said, "No." My voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a hint of guilt.

Huang Junze lowered his eyes and said nothing, but a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes, making it difficult to understand.

I immediately hid my emotions, stood up, walked over, and knelt behind him.

I took the towel from his hand and started to wipe his hair.

The man's tall body in front of me was like a towering mountain.

His height proportions are perfect, and every inch of his skin exudes the scent of masculine hormones.

His skin is not that wild and unexpected bronze color, but more like the wheat color that I like. The color is like warm sunshine, giving people a sense of security and charm.

This close contact was actually different from the last time.

His angular profile was outlined with a coldness, and those cold lines seemed to be carved with a knife, and every turn showed his perseverance.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about some profound question, or as if he was suppressing some strong emotion deep in his heart.

He suddenly reached out his left hand and pulled me back. The movement was swift and powerful, and my body was spun into his arms.

My eyes snapped open, and his perfect face was so close, staring into mine.

The deep emotion in those eyes was like a whirlpool, ready to swallow me up.

Finally, I gave in and struggled to escape. If I continued like this, I was afraid that I would get lost even more deeply in this strong emotion and be completely controlled by him. That feeling made me both excited and scared.

His eyes reminded me of the first time we met. At that time, he was still suffering from illness and certainly could not have imagined that we would have such a day.

The star-like kisses fell again, more roughly than before, with an impatient emotion.

The kiss was like lightning in a storm, swift and intense, yet possessing some indescribable restraint, as if an invisible bridle was restraining the wild beast running wildly within him.

His lips left hot marks on my face and neck, as if declaring his possession of me.

"Luo Shu, let me love you well." He couldn't help but look at me, with a blazing flame burning in his eyes, and that flame almost melted me.

There was a desire in his eyes that wanted to tear me apart and eat me up, to completely integrate me into his life and become one with me.

However, behind the enthusiasm, there was hesitation, as if there was an invisible hand pulling at his soul, making him hesitate between love and reason.

His attitude makes me a little confused. Does he still have concerns in his heart?

Or is there something he can’t express? My heart feels like it’s hanging in the air, anticipating his unconditional love while also fearing the unknown hidden behind it.

I was so seduced by him that I couldn't control myself.

I put down the towel, hugged him from behind, and kissed his back gently. His back was broad and solid, which made me feel inexplicably at ease.

I whispered, "Thank you, Junze." My voice was choked with sobs, a reaction to being touched by his complex emotions.

Huang Junze was silent for a moment before he said in a clear tone, "Go to sleep quickly, you've been too tired lately." His words were like a breeze, blowing away some of the heat in my heart.

He stood up and put the towel back, then came back and lay down on the bed, quickly turning off the light.

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire room. He didn't touch me again, and there seemed to be an invisible gap between us.

The room suddenly fell into darkness. I curled up on the edge of the bed with my back to him. I felt like a huge stone was pressing down on my heart, and I felt indescribably blocked.

The feelings of depression, shame and loss lingered in my heart like a ghost, making it impossible for me to sleep at all.

I turned over inadvertently and saw the silhouette of the man in the darkness, and the feeling of shame became even more obvious.

I seemed to see my naked heart, displayed in front of him without reservation, but he didn't seem to fully accept it.

I immediately turned around again, like a wounded hedgehog, raising my quills to protect my fragile heart.

It seemed very uncomfortable to lie like this, and after a moment, I turned over again.

After going through this several times, I obviously couldn't sleep.

Every time I turn the page, it feels like I’m stirring up the mess in my heart, making me even more irritated.

Just as I was about to find a comfortable position and try to fall asleep, the man suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged me in his arms. His arms were strong and solid, like a cage made of steel, imprisoning me inside.