"Yang Feng, there's someone outside." She tried to get up, but his arms caged around her again, but not so tight to the point of where it would put pressure on her stomach.
"I don't care." He buried his head into her neck, breathing in her intoxicating and calming scent that smelled like a combination of Jasmine and Lavender. He couldn't get enough of her, especially after two long and torturous weeks of not being able to properly touch and hold her like this. Last night was simply too short and he felt as if he didn't have enough time with her…
"Mr. Yang and Ms. Zhao, the bandages need to be changed as soon as possible." The nurse spoke up from behind the door, despite the fact the three very intimidating bodyguards glowering down at her.
"It wasn't changed last night, so it might become infected if it's not changed right now." She continued even though her voice shook and trembled, just like her hands that were holding the tray.
