Nian Shen suddenly grabbed Heatherâs hand, earning a glare from her. "Mr. Nian, please donât overdo it. Youâve seen it yourselfâinjured or not, I wonât go easy on you."
That said, while her words were firm, she found herself unconsciously lowering her standards. Even if she had to subdue him, sheâd be mindful of his wound.
After all...
Wasnât his injury ultimately because of her negligence?
She bore undeniable responsibility.
But that didnât mean he had a free pass to mess around!
"What I mean isâare you planning to dress my wound for me?" He was holding onto the hand she had just moved to unbutton his hospital gown.
"Do you see a third person in this room? Trust me, Iâve patched myself up a lot growing up. As the saying goes, âlong illnesses make a doctor.â Iâm practically a pro." She tried to pry his hand away.
However, she could feel itâNian Shenâs muscles werenât just for show. His strength was impressive.
"Letâs not. Youâre no nurseâIâm afraid Iâll have improper thoughts. You saw what happened earlier."
"..." Heather looked at him, speechless. "Isnât that a bit over the top? Youâre a grown man, not some hormone-driven teenager. Donât tell me you canât control yourself? Besides, Iâm only dressing your wound, not kissing you. What kind of improper thoughts could you have?"
She shook his hand off and began unbuttoning the first button, saying, "Iâm just worried that if I go out to call a nurse, the media might rush in and snap evidence. If they sue me for assaulting you, itâll be a headache."
As she continued undoing the buttons, he tried to stop her again, but she shot him another glare. "If you keep fussing, Iâm going to have to subdue you by force! Itâs not like Iâve never seen your body before..."
Come to think of it, hadnât there been two occasions already where heâd walked out shirtless after a shower in front of her? It wasnât as if she hadnât seen it!
Heather bent over slightly, while Nian Shen looked down at her from above.
But her overly proper bodyguard uniform was so secure that even bending like this revealed nothingânot a hint of skin.
Why had Yi Yang picked such a thoroughly covered outfit for her?
"So, what exactly does âsubdue by forceâ mean?" he asked.
"âSubdue by forceâ?" Heather glanced up slightly, spotting the tassels hanging at the bottom of the curtain. Estimating their length, she noted theyâd be just right if tied together, so she replied, "Tie up your hands and feet. Letâs see you move then."
"Kinky. So youâre the dominant type, not the passive kind?"
"..." She shot him yet another glare. "Whatâs going through that head of yours? Was Miss Qu not satisfying for you? Youâve got that âunsated desireâ look all over your face..."
She yanked off his shirt completely and tossed it aside. Casting a casual glance at his muscles, she had to admitâthey were pretty impressive...
But she quickly averted her gaze, tore off the old bandages, and professionally gathered the medical tools available in the room to start disinfecting and dressing the wound.
The gauze wrapped around his waist, layer by layer.
Heather was entirely focused on the task, her mind not wandering elsewhere. She didnât realize that her occasional breaths brushing against his skin caused subtle reactions in his body.
Adding to that, her slightly cold fingertips occasionally brushed against his skin, making Nian Shenâs brows furrow slightly.
It wasnât until he let out an involuntary sound that Heather finally noticed something was off. Still focused on the wound, she casually said while working, "Almost done. Bear with it a little longer. Hmm... My bad, boss, Iâll be more careful next time."