If an intimate relationship could cure his psychological illness, what reason did she, as a doctor, have to refuse?
Yue Linze lowered his eyes, not directly answering, “Do you remember the supplementary agreement you signed when you first came?”
Hearing him suddenly mention this, Tao Yu was first bewildered, then her heart tightened, looking at him strangely, “…I remember.”
At the time, to stay, she had boasted she would definitely cure him, otherwise she would pay with her life. But she knew clearly that Yue Linze’s leg condition was lifelong and impossible to cure. Why was he bringing this up now? Could he be so consumed by love turning to hate that he wanted to kill her?
Yue Linze recalled the scene, his mood improving slightly, “The contract stated that if you couldn’t cure my leg, your life would be at my disposal, so…”
Afraid he might make some extreme decision, Tao Yu, who had nearly been frozen to death before, didn’t want to hear more. Before he could finish speaking, she hurriedly hugged his neck and kissed him, blocking the rest of his words.
Yue Linze was surprisingly stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and embraced her, deepening the kiss.
Only when Tao Yu felt breathless and pushed him away did the kiss end.
Yue Linze calmly looked at her slightly swollen lips, his eyes flickering with a subtle light.
After Tao Yu’s breathing settled, he spoke, “You plan to treat all patients this way? Looks like binding you up was the right decision.”
“What kind of person do you think I am?” Tao Yu looked at him helplessly.
Yue Linze stared at her coquettish expression for a while, the corner of his mouth rising noticeably, “I was wrong.”
“What do you mean?” Tao Yu suspiciously narrowed her eyes, not believing that a casual remark would make this big shot apologize. He must be thinking of something else.
Sure enough, Yue Linze glanced at her, with a meaningful look, “Keep it up, I’ll release you soon.”
Tao Yu was more puzzled, about to ask, but her gaze was drawn by his next movement.
