The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

When Liang Liangwei arrived at the hospital ward, the male caregiver was just coming out to throw away the trash from his finished breakfast. He paused for a moment when he saw her, and was about to greet her.

Liang Liangwei smiled and made a shushing gesture to him.

She asked softly, "Has he eaten?"

Caregiver: "Yes."

Liang Liangwei: What did you eat?

Caregiver: "Porridge, steamed buns, and eggs."

Liang Liangwei: "What is he doing now?"

Caregiver: "The nurse is changing Mr. Yan's dressing."

The caregiver left with the trash, and Liang Liangwei quietly entered the room, hiding at the corner outside the bathroom and looking towards the hospital bed.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that—

The nurse changing the dressing on the man's shoulder wound was stealing glances at him with a flirtatious and shy expression.

She applied the ointment to the wound gently, but her eyes darted to the man's excessively handsome face, her eyes sparkling with hearts.

Yan Zhixu's hospital gown was undone, revealing his well-developed chest muscles and healthy light tan skin.

But he was very sensible, covering his lower abdomen with the blanket, looking out the window expressionlessly, ignoring the nurse's burning gaze.

Liang Liangwei narrowed her eyes and saw the nurse casually place her hand on the man's shoulder several times, seemingly with a gentle stroking motion.

Yan Zhixu frowned slightly, turned her head, and immediately asked, "Mr. Yan, did I hurt you?"

Her voice was so sweet and affected that it gave Liang Liangwei goosebumps.

Yan Zhixu said coldly, "If you've hurt me, and your technique isn't up to par, then I won't bother you anymore. Please send someone else."

Liang Liangwei burst out laughing.

The sound startled the two people inside the room, who both turned to look at her.

Yan Zhixu's eyes visibly brightened, and his expression softened instantly.

"Weiwei."

Liang Liangwei walked over to him, placed the fruit and bag on the table beside her, put her hand in his outstretched hand, and asked knowingly, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yan Zhixu: "I've already eaten. What about you?"

Liang Liangwei: "I ate at home before coming here."

After speaking, he looked up at the nurse on the other side of the hospital bed and saw her guilty and evasive gaze.

"Does my boyfriend need an IV drip after his dressing is changed?"

The nurse replied in a low voice, "Yes, I'll go get it for him to hang up in a bit."

Liang Liangwei: "Thank you for your trouble."

The nurse gave a hesitant reply, not daring to say anything more.

She actually knew yesterday that the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her was this man's girlfriend, but this man was too good-looking, and someone who could live on this floor was definitely not an ordinary person. She was momentarily tempted and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​flirting with him.

Unexpectedly, his girlfriend arrived right after we started.

Moreover, it was obvious that both of them had sensed her thoughts, their eyes sharpening at each other.

Zhenshe is dead.

The nurse hurriedly changed the dressing and left; her movements were clearly stiff.

Liang Liangwei looked away, down at the man sitting on the bed, and gave him a mischievous smile: "It seems like President Yan was teased by the nurse~"

Yan Zhixu said helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She smiled at him, glanced at his forehead and shoulders that had been re-treated and bandaged, paused for a moment, and then continued downwards to his lower abdomen covered by the blanket.

She knew he had six perfectly shaped abs there, the kind that men envied and women coveted. Every time they were intimate, she liked to touch them, which always made him lose control.

He would consciously hide himself from other women, a true model of male virtue.

"What, want to touch me?" The man noticed the focus of her gaze, his eyes darkening slightly, his voice low and chuckled, "Not now, you have to wait until I'm discharged from the hospital."

Liang Liangwei's cheeks flushed instantly. She glared at him and scolded, "Who wants to touch you! Shameless..."

She tried to shake off his hand, but he held her fingers tightly.

The man pulled her closer before letting go, instead wrapping his arm around her waist. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered with a laugh, "What's the rush? I'm talking about myself. I have to wait until I'm discharged before I can do what I want. Until then, don't flirt with me, okay?"

The man's deep voice entered Liang Liangwei's ears, sending a shiver down her spine.

She braced herself against the man's thigh with one hand, her clear, watery eyes looking down at his handsome face so close to hers.

Her eyelashes were long, covering her deep black eyes, captivating them with a magical allure. Her complexion was no longer as pale as yesterday, but a normal, cool white. Her breath was shallow and gentle, brushing against her lips, clean and refreshing.

It's unclear who leaned forward first, or perhaps it was a simultaneous reaction from both of them, but their lips met, locked in a deep, lingering kiss.

Kissing in a hospital room always makes it difficult to fully concentrate, for fear that someone might suddenly walk in.

For example, caregivers and nurses.

When Liang Liangwei sensed that the man wanted to take things further, she quickly pushed him away, creating some distance between them. She straightened up, covered her moist lips, and said with a blush, "It'll be time for the IV drip soon, so you should get dressed first."

Yan Zhixu could no longer hold her, so he had to give up and withdraw his hand, chuckling, "You help me get dressed."

He did indeed have difficulty moving his hands and feet, and she had no objection. She took the hospital gown that had been taken off and carefully helped him put it back on.

He accidentally aggravated his shoulder injury during the process. Although he didn't cry out in pain, his thin lips were tightly pursed, which she noticed, and her heart tightened.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"It must hurt."

"A little bit, I can tolerate it."

So she moved even more gently, afraid of hurting him.

He buttoned his shirt himself, and she went to pour him water to prepare his medicine.

After taking the medicine, the caregiver returned with a bag of ice, which she placed on Yan Zhixu's knee.

Liang Liangwei then noticed his knee; the bruises were lighter in color than yesterday, and the swelling had subsided considerably, which put her at ease.

A moment later, the nurse came over with a saline bottle.

When Liang Liangwei saw that it was no longer the nurse from before, she instantly understood.

She looked at Yan Zhixu with a smile and winked at him.

Yan Zhixu glanced at her, understood what she meant, but did not react, still maintaining her aloof and indifferent demeanor.

Since the left hand should not be moved, the saline solution is applied to the right hand.

Liang Liangwei sat by the hospital bed for a while, then took out some fruit.

The caregiver took the apple to wash it, while she took the apple to peel it.

"Are you going back to the Yan family's old house tonight?" she asked, pretending not to know, cutting off a small piece of apple and offering it to his lips.

Yan Zhixu opened her mouth and bit down: "Go back."

Liang Liangwei glanced at his wound: "Aren't you afraid that Grandpa Yan will see it?"

Yan Zhixu glanced at her and reminded her, "Call him Uncle from now on."

Liang Liangwei paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, saying awkwardly in a low voice, "How strange..."

Yan Zhixu smiled and said, "You'll get used to it."

He wasn't used to being addressed this way when he was little, but he got used to it after a while.

Liang Liangwei forced a smile: "Alright—Uncle, you must be very worried to see you injured, right?"

Yan Zhixu didn't seem to care much: "I can just cover it up with my hair. Just think of it as me going back to America and getting a new hairstyle."