However, this small act of compliance undoubtedly added an invisible kindling to Feng Chengjin’s heart tonight. Suddenly, not only was there a blazing fire, but it was like a volcanic eruption. If all the visual sensations earlier were torture he could scarcely endure, this delicate, fragrant body in his arms at this moment pushed him even closer to the brink of collapse. So, in an instant, Feng Chengjin couldn’t help but tighten his arm around her waist, as his whole body’s blood boiled and surged. His backbone was layered with sweat, even turning from cold to hot. Gu Zixuan felt it, especially as Feng Chengjin’s body became noticeably rigid, like iron. With a hint of surprise, she turned to look at him. Under the orange light, Feng Chengjin’s handsome face was covered with a faint pink-golden hue, dreamy yet god-like, complemented by his clear muscular lines, enough to make any woman’s heart race. But no matter how captivating he was, it couldn’t surpass Gu Zixuan’s eyes that gleamed with rippling waves. Feng Chengjin’s mind exploded for a moment! He rolled his Adam’s apple, pondering his guilt from that day, and finally, he quickly kissed Gu Zixuan’s face, "I’ll sleep in the next room." The warm, slightly moist kiss made Gu Zixuan’s heart race. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel-fire.ɴet Feng Chengjin didn’t dare even touch her lips and quickly got up and left. When the door closed, Gu Zixuan finally understood what was going on with him... So, he couldn’t resist, wanting her again? But... looking at her still unhealed wounds, Gu Zixuan was somewhat shocked and a bit helpless. In the end, since nothing could be done, and the doctor said today that the wounds hadn’t healed, though not infected, they shouldn’t be intimate for now; even though after a few days of adjustment, her heart had moved past it, willing to give to him, it was impossible. He could only leave him to the next room. And so the night passed. Only, over the following days, the two went to work, came back, got up in the morning, and went to bed at night together. Gu Zixuan, watching Feng Chengjin waking up last every day, getting up alone, and walking to the next room, could only purse her lips speechlessly... Especially since Feng Chengjin’s perseverance lasted shorter and shorter every night. By the fourth night, after dinner, Feng Chengjin sat in the living room watching TV, and when the time was about right, he glanced at her and then towards the next room. This time, he didn’t even go to her bedroom; he went straight into the guest room. He said, "Sleep well, good night," and closed the door. In the living room, Gu Zixuan wore more revealing pajamas than usual, actually hinting something to him... But this seemed to ignite Feng Chengjin’s irresistible thoughts even more. Not to mention pouncing over in the end, he didn’t even have the courage to come and sit near her. This was the most gentleman-like Feng Chengjin had ever been in front of Gu Zixuan. Really, if not for knowing their genders and the past events, having felt his uncontainably eruptive passion, Gu Zixuan would really think Feng Chengjin was a Liu Xia Hui-like gentleman... Her wounds were completely healed. Gu Zixuan looked at the white wooden door of the guest room in surprise. A thought springing real collapse appeared in her mind. Could it be she had to make the first move? When this thought came into her mind, Gu Zixuan blushed, then shyly shook her head rapidly, got up, and dashed into her bedroom. In the next room, Feng Chengjin leaned against the wall, listening to Gu Zixuan closing the door, then looked down at the part of him that hadn’t subsided all night since entering the room, and pursed his lips silently. Recalling the guilt of hurting her that night, he finally closed his eyes, went into the bathroom, and turned on the cold water tap. Autumn was cold, and it wasn’t warm enough for heating yet. So, Feng Chengjin, who took cold showers for several days, although showing no signs of flu or fever, still couldn’t help but sneeze. The sneeze made Gu Zixuan sit upright from her sliding-under-the-blanket sleeping posture in the next room. With trembling eyebrows and eyelashes, she quietly looked in the direction of the bedroom separated by a wall. Listening again to the sound clearly coming from a cold shower... her feelings became indescribably complicated. But she understood well, no matter how complicated it was, a sobering concern ultimately filled her heart. After a moment, she got up, went to the living room, boiled a cup of hot water, and found cold medicine granules, stirring them in. She stirred with a spoon. The sound of glass clinking with the metal spoon was crisp and melodious. After it completely dissolved, she tested the temperature, then looked at the direction of the guest room. Pausing, she pushed open Feng Chengjin’s bedroom door. Inside, Feng Chengjin was leaning against the leather headboard reading, lifting his gaze when he heard the noise. Seeing Gu Zixuan holding a cup with something like medicine, his heart gently rippled, and he sat up, smiling faintly, "What’s wrong?" Gu Zixuan sat down beside him, feeling the chill radiating from him, her heart stirred slightly, without saying anything, she handed the medicine over, "Drink it to ward off the cold." Feng Chengjin wanted to refuse, but seeing Gu Zixuan, who had been unwilling to engage with him these days, showing this rare concern, his heart felt slightly delighted, and he nodded, taking it and drinking it all in one go. Placing the cup on the bedside, he wanted to tell her to go to sleep, that he’d clean up in the morning. But before he turned back, he just felt the bed dip. Feng Chengjin was slightly dazed, tilting his head. Gu Zixuan had lifted his blanket, hesitated for a moment, grasped her fist slightly tight, and then, in this chilly autumn night, loosened the strap of her nightgown, letting it slip from her shoulders. Then she lay in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.