His intense desire had already been conveyed to her through his gaze. Heather suddenly lifted her leg, prepared to sweep it across him, but Nian Shen abruptly held it down.
His strength far exceeded hers; she was genuinely overpowered by Nian Shen!
She kept repeating in her mind: Heās not Ah Nian, heās not Ah Nian!
However, the sensations in her body told a different story.
For a moment, Heather forgot to resist. Despite repeatedly telling herself he wasnāt the person she knew, her body refused to obeyāwhat on earth was going on?
"Nian Shen!" She frowned at him, shouting his name loudly while also trying to remind herself of that fact. "Iām Heather! Not Qu Leqi!"
"I know!" His gaze was stern as he looked at her.
Of course, he knew.
"Then why wonāt you let go of me?" Heather stared at him, trembling with anger. "I donāt care who you areāIāll kill you! Iām not joking!"
Perhaps her warning had struck a chord. In that intense showdown of gazes, one of them finally conceded.
Nian Shen ultimately loosened his grip on her and rose from the bed.
Knowing he had given up, Heather no longer attacked him.
Perhaps it was just the sudden surge of hormones that got the better of him, causing him to lose control.
She considered saying somethingāhis immense strength didnāt seem like that of an injured person. Could he have been pretending to be hurt to deceive her? But as she sat up, she saw his back as he stepped off the bed. The wound on his back, which had just been bandaged, was now bleeding again.
Clearly, he had exerted too much effort earlier, causing the wound to rupture and bleed further.
Heather was suddenly at a loss for words.
Was he willing to risk his life just to take advantage of her?
She sighed and said to his back, "Come back here, would you? Hold on while I re-bandage it for you."
"No need," his voice returned to that cold, detached tone. "Iām not done living yetāI donāt want to die."
Heather didnāt know how to respond to that.
Seriously, what kind of reaction was that?
She hadnāt seduced him or anything...
Gradually, it seemed the noise outside had completely disappeared.
Earlier, she hadnāt been paying attention to what was going on outside, so she had no idea when they had all left. She opened the door to checkāonly Yi Yang remained. She glanced at the now-empty corridor and asked, "Did you send everyone off?"
"Theyāre all gone."
"Even our Miss Qu left?"
"Yes, she left too," Yi Yang replied, "storming away in a huff."
As he finished speaking, he chuckled, a glimmer sparking in his eyes.
Heather narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you laughing at?"
Could it be... had he overheard everything that happened inside?
Yi Yang was oblivious to Heatherās murderous glare and kept grinning as he said, "Miss Qu got mad because the one Mr. Nian ultimately pulled into the room was you, not her. She mustāve been simmering with rage, trying to suppress it in front of the media, only to leave with an excuse she made up. I bet sheās fumingāmight throw a tantrum the moment she steps out."
"Oh..." So it was about that. "Given her temper, yeah, likely. My nose itches... she mustāve cursed me again."
"Still... an itchy nose isnāt only a sign of being cursed. It could also mean someoneās thinking about you."
Someone... thinking about her?
Ah Nian?
She spaced out briefly, and another face flashed through her mindāNian Shen!
"..." Could it be... right now, in the bathroom... heās fantasizing about her?