Despite telling herself over and over again that he couldnât possibly be Ah Nian, and having already confirmed it, in this moment, she found herself bewildered yet again.
Why was their aura so similar? Why did the way he kissed her make her almost believe it was him?
How could she possibly resist him?
Because of the long separation and endless yearning, the moment they touched again, the feeling was indescribable. She wanted so badly, so deeply, to stay like this with him forever and ever.
Under Nian Shenâs relentless pursuit, Heatherâs body softened; she collapsed into his arms, her hands unknowingly wrapping around his waist, kissing him passionately and completely immersed.
From his initial hesitance, Nian Shen gradually deepened the kiss, exploring and savoring the unique sweetness she possessed.
Heather, enveloped by this familiar sensation, lost herself in the moment, unable to think about anything else.
But suddenly, the door behind them was slammed from the outside, jolting her awake. She snapped open her eyes, and when she saw Nian Shenâs utterly unfamiliar face, clarity hit her like lightning. Instinctively, she clenched her fist and landed it squarely in his abdomen.
The punch wasnât delivered with malice, nor did it carry much force. At most, it was meant as a bit of punishment. Compared to the punch she nearly threw earlierâit was nothing.
She was careful with her strength; at most, heâd feel a little pain. If it didnât hurt at all, she wouldnât be satisfied. After all, who gave him permission to kiss her?!
Only giving him this one punch? That was already considered lenient!
Yet this punch sent Nian Shen straight to the ground. He grimaced in pain, groaning softly, refusing to get up.
In Heatherâs eyes, a man of his stature sitting on the floor and not budging seemed more like childish sulking or melodramatic exaggeration. So she leaned against the door and shot him an indifferent glance: "Even if youâre my boss, I never said Iâd sacrifice myself like thisâthough honestly, Iâm not much of a âsacrificeâ anyway. But what you just did? The fact I didnât cripple you is entirely out of gratitude for the times youâve helped me. Try pulling something like that again, and see what happens to whoever dares try."
Hearing her words, Nian Shen still didnât seem inclined to get up. He remained on the floor, looking as if he were in significant pain.
Heather began to sense something was off and stepped closer. "You really canât get up?"
Nian Shen slightly raised his hand, indicating he wasnât planning to pursue the matter further, his demeanor distant, as though he simply wanted some space.
Heather didnât care about his wishes. She swatted his hand aside and checked his backâ
The wound was bleeding!
She was instantly horrified. "Why didnât you tell me I hit your injury?!"
She had felt justified earlier, proud of herself for going easy on him. But now, looking at this, where was the "light touch"? Her strike had clearly been far too heavy-handed!
Without hesitation, she rushed to lift him off the ground, guiding him to sit on the bed and helping him out of his patient gown.
"I get it. I brought this on myself, so I donât blame you," Nian Shen admitted with a resigned expression. "But at least I got the kiss in. Taking a punch wasnât a complete loss. If I hadnât managed to kiss you and still got punched, now that wouldâve been unfair. Luckily, I was fast enough."
Heather couldnât help but roll her eyes at him. "Well, Mr. Nian, you sure were desperate for a kiss."
With a face like his, there were undoubtedly countless women eager to kiss him. Why take a punch for it?
She could only attribute his actions to the perfect combination of lighting and atmosphere just now, causing him to momentarily lose control of his hormones.