His hand cupped my face, and as his lips approached mine, Yu Yin’s figure flashed in my mind, causing heart-wrenching pain. I instinctively turned away.
“Are you still angry with me?” he asked.
I shook my head and silently got off his bed, feeding him soup spoonful by spoonful.
I’m probably not cut out to be a mistress. I won’t steal someone else’s happiness, deceive myself, or forget another innocent woman.
So, I can only torture myself and him.
Two days later, Ye Zhengchen was discharged and came back. I was hanging curtains in his room after tidying up his apartment, throwing away beer cans, and cleaning thoroughly.
He lifted me off the chair and threw me on the bed. “Didn’t I tell you to rest at home and not move around? Why are you climbing so high?”
“Yes, Dr. Ye,” I playfully pushed him. “Go take a shower. I’ve put clean clothes in the bathroom.”
At the mention of a shower, his eyes lit up, and he rushed to the bathroom.
Minutes later, he came out and silently embraced me from behind, pressing me against the wall.
How could he recover so quickly?! If the doctor hadn’t said he had a special constitution with strong recovery abilities, I might suspect he was faking illness to trick me.
“Darling…” he whispered in a magnetic voice, “Did you miss me?”
I coldly pushed him away. “Stop it.”
Seeing no sign of “missing him” on my face, he removed his hand from my waist.
In the following days, we continued to eat together, chat, and discuss my research topic.
I often felt we had traversed time and space, returning to the period before our relationship, restoring that pure feeling reminiscent of Telunsu milk.
He sometimes tried to deepen our connection but never forced the issue. Occasionally, he would touch my hand or brush against me, stopping when I showed no reaction. I knew he was afraid of angering me, so he patiently waited for me to accept our awkward relationship.
I wished he would be more forceful, like before, passionately kissing me and taking control without leaving me room to resist. I longed to know if such passion could melt my coldness and reignite my feelings for him.
