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

Liang Liangwei really didn't expect him to make such a request while his injuries were still healing. Wasn't he afraid that it would cause a massive hemorrhage in his wounds halfway through?

That scoundrel is incredibly audacious!

But he only used one hand to hold her, clearly also protecting his other hand, so she couldn't struggle too much.

This man has her completely under his thumb!

However, I have to admit... she really does want to.

Only those who have tasted meat understand that some flavors are better left unexplored; once tasted, they become addictive and irresistible.

She hesitated only slightly before reaching out to turn off the faucet and putting the showerhead back in its place.

She turned around and looked at the man with deep, penetrating eyes in front of her.

His eyes were dark and filled with intense desire. He stared at her intently, his breathing heavy, as if he were looking at prey that had nowhere to escape.

She was his prey.

But prey can also turn the tables and pounce on the predator.

She raised her arms high and wrapped them around the man's neck, stood on tiptoe, and tilted her head to kiss his lips.

……

Inside the bathroom, the temperature gradually rose, and breathing became erratic.

A moment later, the sound of water was heard, which continued for a while before stopping.

The bathroom door opened, and Yan Zhixu emerged, carrying his girlfriend who was hanging from his waist. The two kissed as they walked toward the bed.

The man had nothing to cover himself with, and the woman was only loosely draped in a bath towel, but it was practically the same as not having anything at all.

She turned her head, her breath unsteady, and looked at the man's shoulder with some concern: "Is the wound alright? Why don't you put me down? I can walk by myself."

Yan Zhixu's injured left hand was loosely wrapped around her waist, while his other hand steadily supported her, his steps firm.

"It's okay, I didn't use this hand, we'll be there soon."

He knelt on one knee beside the bed, carefully placed the woman on it, and looked down at her.

She looked at him and gently stroked his face.

Despite eating and resting well in the hospital, he still lost a noticeable amount of weight.

She looked up and kissed him, and he returned the kiss even more passionately.

"Your knees... can't take kneeling for long, can they?" she asked breathlessly.

The man's deep gaze fixed on him: "Doubt my abilities?"

"I'm just worried about your knees..."

The redness and swelling from the ice packs looked alarming, and it's only been a few days! How can you really say it's all gone?

"No bones are broken." He continued kissing her.

She blinked and forcefully pushed his uninjured shoulder to the side.

Caught off guard, Yan Zhixu was pushed down and lay flat on her back.

She lay on top of him, her long hair falling loosely on either side of them, creating an intimate little space.

"The doctor said you need to rest more to recover faster. If you keep kneeling like this until the end, then all the rest you've had these past few days will have been for nothing," she said, blushing.

He stared at her intently, noticing her serious tone and flushed cheeks, yet she didn't seem to be backing down.

She smiled slightly, her tone languid as she asked, "So, what's your plan?"

She closed her eyes, not daring to look into the man's deep, dark eyes. After taking a few deep breaths, she opened them as if she had made up her mind and said, "Like this, I'm on top, and you... lie there obediently."

The man couldn't help but laugh, but his tone was skeptical: "Are you sure? You really want to come?"

She nodded firmly: "Really."

"Do you know?"

"If you don't know how, then teach me!" she said irritably.

Yan Zhixu raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze gentle and doting: "Okay, you're in charge tonight."

……

Liang Liangwei was so exhausted in the end that she almost gave up, but the man held her waist and comforted her until it was over.

Fortunately, he injured his knee, not his back.

After cleaning him up, they went back to bed and put on comfortable loungewear. She carefully changed his dressing.

Yan Zhixu sat obediently, letting her apply the medicine to his shoulder. He looked down at his girlfriend's delicate, still rosy cheeks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Tonight, she was both bold and shy, a combination that he found very appealing.

The wound on his shoulder did not reopen, and Liang Liangwei breathed a sigh of relief, applying the medicine very gently.

"The stitches look awful, like a centipede," she muttered.

Yan Zhixu chuckled: "As long as the wound is stitched up neatly, do you expect the doctor to also be an artist?"

Liang Liangwei: "Shouldn't you at least learn some aesthetics? Who would want to have crooked scars on their body?"

Yan Zhixu affectionately pinched her chin: "What a pity that Director Liang, who has such an artistic talent, became a stylist and photographer instead of venturing into the medical field."

Liang Liangwei chuckled and teased him, "Yes, it's a great loss to the medical community."

After applying clean bandages to the wounds on her shoulder and forehead, Liang Liangwei considered her task complete and put away the first-aid kit.

"You lie down and rest first, I'll go put the first-aid kit away."

Yan Zhixu readily agreed and lay down, even obediently covering herself with the blanket.

Liang Liangwei smiled, picked up the first-aid kit, walked to the storage location, and put it back.

Her phone rang, and when she took it out, she saw it was a WeChat message from Xiang Ting.

[The more I think about it, the more I feel you should post more intimate photos of you and Mr. Yan on your WeChat Moments. Otherwise, it's just her showing off to you one-sidedly. Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?]

She sent it?

That's amazing! After it's posted, a lot of people will ask all sorts of questions, and it might even attract Lao Liang's attention.

Liang Liangwei, sitting on the edge of the bed, replied: "There's nothing offensive about it, because those photos of hers really have no reason to exist. They're more like selfies than 'group photos,' and it just so happens that a 'passerby' happened to be walking by."

Xiang Ting sent me a laughing emoji.

You know what, it really does seem to be true what you said.

Liang Liangwei: [Moreover, those photos are from a long time ago, including some from the summer when we were wearing short sleeves, and others that are clearly from several years ago.]

Yan Zhixu's hair was dyed dark brown, but in some of those photos his hair was black, and his clothing and appearance were more casual, clearly from a few years ago.

It's estimated that she rarely has any recent photos related to Yan Zhixu, which is why she was able to use photos from several years ago to make up the numbers.

It's just a little trick; how could it possibly fool a professional photographer like her?

Xiang Ting: [That's true. It's good that you didn't care; then let's just ignore her.]

Liang Liangwei: [More importantly, on the way back just now, my boyfriend deleted her account from my WeChat, so her Moments will no longer affect me.]

Xiang Ting: [(Thumbs-up emoji) Mr. Yan is such a boyfriend material!]

Liang Liangwei couldn't help but curl her lips as she thought of Yan Zhixu's decisiveness back then.

Yan Zhixu had been paying attention to her situation. When he saw her texting someone and laughing for no apparent reason, he suddenly felt neglected.

“Who are you messaging?”

Liang Liangwei put down her phone, got into bed, and lay face to face with him, without hiding anything.

"Mrs. Wen sent me a few messages, and I replied to a few of them."

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow: "Have you finished sending them?"

Liang Liangwei: "I've finished sending them."

"Then go to sleep."

Liang Liangwei couldn't help but laugh. What a petty man.