"Aren't you born in the year of the dog in the first place?"
"Nonsense! I was born in the year of the tiger!"
She was 22 years old this year, so it was definitely not a tiger.
Ding Baoyi nodded her head in feigned enlightenment.
"Alright, I'll remember what you said today. You'd best not get humiliatingly proven wrong in the future — Oof!"
Before she could complete her sentence, Yan Nian shoved an unpeeled orange into her mouth to stuff it.
This is for talking too much!
The corners of her lips twitched a little.
D*mn it, though.
Why am I suddenly feeling flushed in the face?
Summer has indeed arrived.
...
Now that her bestie was no longer in a critical condition and only was suffering from superficial wounds, Yan Nian no longer needed to stay behind to take care of her. And so, she headed straight to Jiang Beiyuan's office in the afternoon to look for him.
The latter had just finished performing surgery for the joining of the chest and abdomen, so she could smell the distinct disinfectant smell on him when he walked past her.
She found it quite nice-smelling when she sniffed at it. "Let's go. It feels as if I haven't been home for a long time."
In fact, only one day had passed. However, because it was such an eventful day, it felt as long as a century.
Maintaining his silence, he moved his slender fingers, which were defined, fair, and exquisite, to unbutton his white coat one at a time.
"Go sit on the sofa," he suddenly instructed her.
"What for?"
"Just sit."
"…Okay."
The moment she sat down, the man picked up one of her legs and placed it over his thighs.
She got taken aback.
"Don't you take advantage of me!"
She was currently wearing a dress.
The doctor calmly and professionally smeared the medication on her bruised knee with a cotton swab.
After he got angry over her words that day, he did not bother with the woman when they got home, thinking that she would treat the wounds she had gotten from her fall. Alas, never did he expect that this lass would actually be so lackadaisical as to not know how to take good care of herself.
The woman freely allowed her husband to "make mischief" on her knee.
Somehow, she had a strange feeling of déjà vu, as if she had encountered this scene a lifetime ago, but she could not remember it no matter what. This illusion felt as unreal as a dream.
We weren't acquainted in the past, right?
Uh, no.
I don't know him at all.
I've never heard of his name before, and I've got no impression of it.
Only after tightly bandaging her knee up did he finally remove his hands from her legs.
As he packed the medical equipment back into the first aid kit, he took a peek under her skirt without batting an eyelid.
His cold and still eyes shifted and darkened considerably.
He quickly retracted his gaze and let out a cough or two in an attempt to suppress the restlessness in him. He got to his feet the next second and, in a slightly hoarse voice, said, "Let's go!"
"Okay!"
She smoothed her skirt down, not at all aware that a certain man had already stripped her bare in his mind.
...
They had just stepped out of his office moments ago, but there was already quite a huge gap between them.
With her knee thickly bandaged up, the woman could not walk quickly at all.
And so, Jiang Beiyuan crouched down in front of his wife right away.
"Get on."
"Hey, forget it. This is embarrassing!"
Embarrassing?
He gave her a dismissive snort. "It's not the first time we're doing this, anyway. Quick, get on."
"We're in the hospital and your colleagues can see us! Won't you be cast in a bad light?"
There are already many curious stares cast in our direction, though…
The man did not reply to that.
She once said that she would pay no heed to what others had to say about her and would obliterate anyone who stands in her way. She just wanted to live her life as she desired. Why the need to care and worry about so much?
It was different now, however.
She now lived a prudent life like a rabbit, worrying about a lot more things than before.
Jiang Beiyuan: "More will be looking your way if you still don't get on."