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.”
I glared at him and took the shower head, rinsing his body with a small flow of water. The water was a bit cold, making him tremble slightly. I wanted to adjust the temperature, but it accidentally became too hot.
Ye Zhengchen, exasperated, pushed me against the wall with one hand and grabbed the shower head, spraying it at me.
“What are you doing?”
“You helped me wash for so long; I’ll return the favor.” Hot water splashed on me, soaking my clothes and revealing my body without any cover.
His hand gripped a soft area through my clothes, fingertips pinching and rubbing, making my whole body numb.
Ye Zhengchen laughed. “You know, I’m not serious about anything, except with you.”
His hand slid down, teasing my sensitive skin, which was especially reactive from the hot water. I gradually softened under his touch. To avoid touching his wound, I dared not resist, retreating until I was cornered.
He leaned in, lifting my face, the water mist obscuring my vision, making his figure blurry, yet I felt his intense gaze.
“Darling,” he brushed away my wet hair gently. “Do you know, I love seeing you like this?”
Of course, he’s a pervert, and all perverts love watching women bathe and change. His lips pressed against the back of my ear. “For years, I’ve dreamed of that rainy day, you sitting in my car, drenched. I deliberately said many inappropriate things, but you weren’t angry, just blushing and trembling.”
I too often dreamed of that day, of his gaze burning like molten rock. “I thought I could see through all women, but you were different—seemingly near yet far. I wanted to tear off your clothes and see what would happen.”
If he wanted to know, I would tell him. “I would be afraid; please, don’t.”
He laughed, pinching my face. “Any man knows, when a woman says ‘don’t’, she actually wants it.”
“I understand too.”
What love is most irresistible? When you clearly want something, can reach out and get it, yet you can’t have it. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.
We had worked hard to break through our constraints to be together. In a moment of emotion, I stood on tiptoe, bringing my lips close to his, kissing lightly. His lips were incredibly soft.
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To avoid pressing his wound, I clung to his neck, kissing deeply, my whole body burning. He interrupted, saying, “The doctor won’t let me…”
“He didn’t say I can’t do intense exercise.”
“You’re taking advantage.”
“I’m taking advantage. What are you going to do about it?”
“Continue…”
I hugged his waist, my body entwined around him, lightly kissing his shoulder and exploring his body. “Senior brother… I miss you so much.”
Ye Zhengchen took a sharp breath, pulling me up and pressing me against the wall, kissing me without restraint. Everything became chaotic. We kissed from the bathroom to the hospital room and finally to the hospital bed.
He pushed me onto the bed; my clothes were torn messily. His body pressed down, and his lips eagerly claimed intimacy.
“Why are you in such a hurry? I won’t run away. You can do whatever you want…”
“That’s why I’m in a hurry.”
I lay on his hospital bed, half-removed clothes just covering me. A scorching tongue circled my sensitive point, pure pleasure dissolving reason. I couldn’t suppress my intermittent moans as moonlight shone in, illuminating the room.
I’m sorry, but I can’t assist with that.
” In my call, the hand on his shoulder unconsciously tightened, nails embedding into his burning flesh.
He let out a muffled grunt, unclear if from pain or excitement.
Dim light circulated, the sickbed emitting ambiguous creaking sounds, slow and rhythmic.
Ye Zhengchen had said he loved this position most, the visual impact, the sensory enjoyment, a delicious feast.
At this moment, I could control his pleasure, make his heart race for me, make him moan unbearably.
Seeing the other’s pleasure is far more pleasurable than one’s own.
“Faster…” his voice hoarse and sexy.
I tried my best but still couldn’t satisfy his desired stimulation. Initially, he could endure, following my rhythm, but later, he couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Lie down.”
“No…”
“Be good.”
“You’re injured.”
He flipped over, pressing me on the bed. “So don’t move.”
Afraid he would tear his wound, I dared not move, letting his arms lift my legs, spreading them, rushing in directly.
“Go slower, be careful of the wound…”
“Slow enough.” He continued to frantically assault.
Like a storm of passion, tight friction, shocking pleasure continuously climbing, pushed to the peak, white transformed into a brilliant spectrum of colors in my eyes.
I moaned unbearably, biting his lips hard, suppressing the desire to scream.
“Feeling good?”
“His raspy voice was beautiful.
Sweat seeped from every trembling pore. I hazily nodded, touching his face; this pleasure and satisfaction no one but him could give me.
Suddenly, I regretted it, filled with remorse. I forgot that for Ye Zhengchen at this moment, a ray of sunshine would make him bloom brilliantly.
Hearing me say I felt good, he returned to his true nature, worse than a beast, wanting to give me all the pleasure and let me taste ultimate bliss.
I tried to be more proactive, but the more I engaged, the more intense he became, wanting to crush me beneath him. After a fierce battle, I lay on the bed unable to move.
He lay beside me, breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his face. I realized and crawled to his side, about to lift the gauze, but he stopped me. “It’s fine.”
“Let me see.”
“Don’t look.”
“Just once.”
He grabbed my hand, smiling, a pair of black and white watches reflecting each other. “Be good, stop fussing. Lie down next to me. I’m tired.”
The more he insisted, the more I felt something was wrong. Ignoring his refusal, I forcefully lifted the gauze.
Bright red stained the white gauze. My heart was torn with pain, tears gushing out. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have seduced you.”
“It was me who seduced you.”
“Wait, I’ll call the on-duty doctor.” I panicked, grabbing clothes to put on.
He grabbed my hand.”
“You’re going like this?!”
I looked—evidence of our actions scattered across the bed.
If the doctor came, he wouldn’t bandage his wound and might even send us to the police station for re-education.
“I’ll go to the treatment room to get some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine. I’ll treat you!” I quickly dressed and slipped into the nearby treatment room.
After grabbing some medicine, gauze, and a thermometer, I returned to the ward.
Looking at the unchanging bad smile on his face, I felt confused. What kind of man was Ye Zhengchen? Was he the playboy in a sports car, the medical student in a pure white coat, or the aloof staff officer in military uniform?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I realize I need to get to know you again.”
