Love in Shackles

There were no lights on, and the curtains weren’t drawn. I lay on his hospital bed, my half-undressed clothes stuck at my half-exposed breasts, tightening that soft area. The hot tip of his tongue circled around the sensitive little bud, bringing a mind-numbing pleasure. I couldn’t suppress my intermittent moans. The moonlight shone in, making the whole room seem holy, the snow-white sheets and quilt exuded a faint smell of disinfectant. In this familiar environment, this feeling seemed strange. Doing this kind of thing with a patient made me feel ashamed and guilty, but also a little excited, like a child stealing candy, knowing it was wrong, but unable to resist the sweet temptation.

Ye Zhengchen’s fingers gradually explored downwards, sliding over my abdomen, sliding between my legs. I tightly grasped the sheet under me, in the darkness, slender fingers slowly entered my body, gently twisting. The intense stimulation made me unable to help but whisper, “Senior brother…”

A wave of heat surged, my face burning, luckily he had his eyes closed and didn’t see it. “Really? Who said that?” he asked with a smile.

“I just happen to have a formal suit.”

A formal suit? They say soldiers all have formal suits, only worn during military parades or necessary occasions. I had only admired the legendary military uniform on national day TV broadcasts, both yearning and respecting it, yet it was so out of reach. I secretly glanced at him, his lips slightly curled, as if teasing me.

How much I wanted to see him wear that uniform, but the thick bandages on his chest reminded me that he was an injured person, with three broken ribs. Taking advantage of him at this time was unfair to my profession. Lost in thought, I momentarily lost focus, my hand had already been rubbing against his waist for a long time, until I felt a burning heat, his skin was also getting hot.

He opened his eyes. “Are you testing me?” He was obviously testing me, thinking I wouldn’t notice.

“You asked me to help you bathe.”

He inhaled. “Do you have to rub like this?”

“You know me, I’m serious about everything I do.”

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