Don’t Mess with the CEO

He had accidentally glimpsed the black tide between her crossed legs. If he saw those beautiful petals, he didn’t know what he might do.

He craved Qinyan, very much! If this visual stimulation were added, he might possibly…

Stop! He couldn’t think anymore. She was still injured. If they made love now, her body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“I’ll get a towel.” He forced himself to leave the bathroom, never thinking his legs would want to defy his brain’s control and walk in the opposite direction. “Call me when you’re done.”

“Okay.”

“The towel is by the sink.” He reminded her. Ah… he still secretly glanced back before leaving.

She was still turned away. But her perky buttocks and slim waist were causing his restlessness.

He quickly walked to the refrigerator and gulped down a bottle of ice water. Returning to her room, she was already wrapped in a large towel, sitting on the bed waiting for him…

“Apply medicine.” Her one sentence shattered his fantasy.

He resignedly removed the bandage and disinfected with iodine. Her wound was healing well. As long as he applied medicine every night and avoided infection, there would be no problem.

After bathing, her entire body seemed relaxed, and a small yawn escaped her mouth.

“Quickly put on your pajamas and go to sleep.”

She nodded, selecting a strapless navy blue bra, putting it on in front of him, too lazy to argue anymore. After all, he had practically seen her entire body, what was there to be shy about?

But she didn’t know he really wanted to throw that annoying navy blue lace to the ground.

She covered herself with the towel at her waist, covering her remaining modesty. “Help me put on my pajamas, thanks.”

He obeyed like following a queen’s command, guiding her arms into the sleeves and buttoning her up.

“The medicine is by the bedside, remember to take it.” Then he flew out.

He didn’t dare stay to watch her put on her lower garments. He feared he couldn’t control his desire and might tear the fabric covering her beautiful figure into pieces… oh, though that sounded quite wonderful!

He entered the bathroom, turning the water to maximum – he definitely needed a cold shower tonight!

“I remember you.”

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