Ye Ye didn’t know what was wrong with her, feeling so tired, cold, and in pain, never realizing how fragile she could be, lacking even the strength to stand up. Lying on her side on the ground, tears flowed silently, quickly freezing in the cold air… How could he always dismiss her so coldly? After all the time they spent together, couldn’t he show a bit of care or trust? Was this the treatment for someone shameless enough to be his lover? Did he have to make her hurt so much?… A man’s coat fell over her frozen body, and Ye Ye, whose mind was reeling with pain, numbly looked up, catching the scent of ‘Night Soul’… Was it him? “Want to lie here forever?” Dean crouched down, his towering figure now close, the onlookers and staff were held back by the bodyguards. Ye Ye turned to face Dean, also revealing her bleeding left hand, ignoring the pain, she excitedly trembled with her frozen hand, wanting to embrace him… “Damn, you don’t even know to get up when you’re bleeding?” Dean’s sharp, low curse, he quickly scooped up the injured little cat. Did he still care for her? “Woo… it hurts… wah…” Ye Ye burst into tears in his arms, like a child who had been abandoned and then retrieved. Tears fell with a patter, her eyes fixed on Dean’s expression, observing him closely, fearing she might misunderstand… Dean carried her back to the car and instructed to turn the heater up to the maximum. He pressed a tissue against Ye Ye’s bleeding left arm, and upon closer inspection, saw that the previous wound had reopened… He furrowed his brows, then lifted her onto his lap… Watching Ye Ye transition from loud sobs to soft whimpers, Dean helplessly said, “Stop crying, didn’t I stay?” “Woo… you can’t treat me like this! You can’t…” Ye Ye murmured softly. “Alright!” Dean replied in a voice only Ye Ye could hear, then silently held her tighter. He wouldn’t treat her like that anymore. Seeing her hurt twice because of him, he swore that even in anger, he would never let her get hurt again…
Jones glanced back; he knew Dean was all bark and no bite… Picking up the phone: “Zeta, this is Jones. Have the medical team ready, Miss’s wound has reopened… Yes… right away!” After giving the orders, Jones gazed into the distance, raising the black partition that separated the back from the front, leaving the private space for the two of them…
On the way back, Ye Ye nestled against Dean; neither spoke. One was too cold to catch a breath, the other was silently annoyed at his own softness… After a while, Ye Ye warmed up, though still in pain, at least her teeth stopped chattering. In a soft voice, she said, “Ho, about earlier, I can explain!” “What do you want to say?” Dean sighed, always finding it hard to be stern with her. “I just agreed to a kiss in exchange for reconciliation between that person and my uncle and his son. That’s all, I swear!” Ye Ye raised her right hand earnestly, her beautiful eyes still misty, speaking lightly but with emphasis, of course, concealing the fact she still owed Xiong Shaogang a kiss! “From now on, don’t use yourself as a bargaining chip or in bets, because you’ve already given yourself to me in Paris, so you no longer have the right! Understand?” Dean looked at her intently. “…I understand… Are you not angry anymore?” Ye Ye said obediently. “I am angry!” “Eh…?” “Angry that your damn wound is still bleeding! Looks like you really can’t go running around anymore! You’re not allowed to leave the house until the wound heals!” Dean said sternly. “But but but I have to go to school!” she whispered. “That school of yours, if you need a diploma, I can print one for you tomorrow!” “I…” “Hmm? Still want to argue?” “No! I’ll listen to you!” Ye Ye flattered, joking that she wouldn’t provoke him now that he wasn’t angry, especially since she was in the wrong today, at least she shouldn’t have done it in public… From now on, she needed to be more discreet… Uh, more low-key… Ye Ye had one good trait: she would correct her mistakes and apologize, but if wrongly accused of something she didn’t do, she’d rather go down with the ship than lose her dignity! [From Passion to Burning Passion: Chapter Seventy-Eight, The Second Night of Entanglement]
Back at the villa, Baron jingled over, circling around Ye Ye and Dean’s feet. The medical team was already on standby in the hall. Dean sat down on the sofa with Ye Ye in his arms, and the doctor immediately examined her left arm, quickly treating it: “It’s fine, thankfully, only the scab has split, not the new flesh underneath. But you must be careful, another split would be bad! It must hurt, bear with it… it’ll be over soon…” Moments later, the doctor cleaned and re-bandaged Ye Ye’s arm, “Thank you, doctor,” Ye Ye said softly. “You’re welcome, you can take half a painkiller if it really hurts… If there’s nothing else, we’ll head back to our room.” The doctor looked at Dean for permission. “Yes!”
Dean carried Ye Ye back to their room, where the maid had already prepared a bath. “Let the maid help you with your bath, I’ll go to the study first,” Dean said. “Okay.” “Be careful with Miss’s arm!” Dean instructed the maid. “Yes, Duke!” the maid responded respectfully.
After the bath, dressed in a long-sleeved nightgown and having taken half a painkiller, Ye Ye felt much better. She dismissed the maid and leaned against the headboard watching TV alone. Although Dean had brought her back, he had secluded himself in the study. She was somewhat afraid of his indifference, especially since she was at fault earlier, so she wanted to mend their relationship… After waiting for a long time, Dean finally returned to the room. Wearing a black robe, Dean looked at Ye Ye, who was blinking at him from the headboard, raising an eyebrow in confusion. What was she up to? “Ho—” Ye Ye stretched out her hand, signaling Dean to hug her. Embracing Ye Ye and tucking her under the covers: “What’s wrong?” “Ho, kiss me!” Ye Ye pouted. “What are you up to?” he asked, puzzled by her directness. “Kiss me.” “I won’t kiss lips that were just kissed by someone else!” Dean turned his head away, disgruntled. This one sentence changed the warm atmosphere instantly, and Ye Ye’s heart sizzled with anger… But she reminded herself to endure it; she was at fault earlier! However, women are more emotional than rational… “Jerk!” Ye Ye cursed softly. She was the type who forgets the pain once the wound heals; with just one sentence, she transformed from the meek, apologetic Ye Ye into a wild cat with nerves as strong as fiber optic cables, her aura fully unleashed… “You’ll kiss me even if you don’t want to!” Saying this, she clumsily straddled Dean’s waist and leaned down, wildly kissing his sharp, defined lips. Dean frowned, puzzled by how this pitiful girl had suddenly turned into a wild cat. He wondered if he had been too indulgent with her?! “Are you sexually impotent?” Ye Ye, annoyed that Dean didn’t respond or embrace her, spoke out of turn. “What did you say?” Dean’s eyes turned cold… That was an insult… “Uh… nothing…” Realizing her mistake, Ye Ye shrank back in fear, then slid off Dean, curling up to one side. Crash— Dean flipped over, pinning her down, nibbling on her earlobe: “Am I impotent, have you forgotten? Hmm?” His low, seductive voice teased Ye Ye’s heart. She just wanted a kiss, she swore, nothing more… Ye Ye closed her eyes, acting like an ostrich, not looking at his tempting yet angry eyes. “Have you forgotten who turned you from a girl into a woman because it’s been too long since I touched you?” Dean gently rubbed his lower abdomen against Ye Ye’s thigh, teasingly asking.
“There’s no… uh… forget…”
“Then…”
