He lifted the blanket and crawled in, his strong arm encircling her slender waist, pulling her close to him.
There was a slight chill, mixed with the sharpness of hormones.
Ye Yan opened her eyes, trying to push him away.
The more she pushed, the tighter he clung to her, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
In terms of strength, there was a huge disparity between them, and she usually gave up quickly, but today, she seemed determined to resist him.
Finally out of patience, Fu Xingzhou pinned her hands down, flipped over, and trapped her under his chest, "Don't want to sleep, then let's do something else."
"Mr. Fu is really energetic, your relentless vigor should be put to use in generating electricity, not wasted."
Fu Xingzhou laughed irritably; she usually appeared cool and detached, except when she was being sharp-tongued with him.
"Who said I was working nonstop?"
Ye Yan turned her head away, "Did the beautiful painter not take good care of Mr. Fu? Running back here in the middle of the night seeking warmth?"
"Jealous?" Fu Xingzhou pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
She looked like a puffed-up little animal, glaring fiercely at him, but she wasn't very intimidating.
Fu Xingzhou noticed that when she had been struggling against him, her collar had been torn open, revealing her fair skin and a sexy clavicle which tantalizingly disappeared into her conservative pajamas.
He couldn't help breathing heavily, his eyes darkening, "I didn't sleep with her, so what are you jealous about?"
Ye Yan didn't believe his nonsense; she knew exactly what he was like.
Was there ever a wolf that didn't eat the meat right by its mouth when the way was clear?
"Stop it." Fu Xingzhou patiently comforted her, kissing the clavicle that peeked out from her pajamas, his voice low and husky, "Went to the casino with Tang Jingyao for a bit, call him now if you don't believe me."
Ye Yan was surprised, not that Fu Xingzhou would leave a beautiful woman to sleep alone, but that he would explain himself to her.
She never interfered in these matters; he didn't need to justify himself so clearly.
After all, they were only nominally husband and wife, there was no need for mutual itinerary reporting or to please each other.
Her momentary daze made Fu Xingzhou think she was skeptical, so he reached for the phone to call Tang Jingyao.
Ye Yan quickly stopped him, "It's so late, if you're not sleeping, others need to."
It wasn't worth it for this trivial matter; she didn't want to be resented by Tang Jingyao.
"So, you believe me now?" Under the dim light, his eyes appeared especially serious, his handsome features like the depths of a foggy abyss, captivating yet unfathomable.
"I believe." Ye Yan wanted to get rid of him quickly and could only reluctantly hum a response.
Fu Xingzhou rolled off her, tucked in the blanket corner, "Sleep. Who knows when some patient might go critical."
"Can you not be so pessimistic?"
Fu Xingzhou pulled her into his embrace, rubbing vigorously, "Fine, I'll shut up."
Ye Yan leaned against his chest, sniffing to confirm there was no other peculiar smell, then finally closed her eyes.
The first time she slept with Fu Xingzhou, she couldn't sleep all night; during that period, her mental state was extremely bad, the head of the hospital even suggested she should take a long leave to recuperate.
Human habits are a terrifying thing. She didn't like this man but ended up getting intimate with him, she hated this unfamiliar bed but began to get used to its softness after sleeping in it.
It turns out, there's nothing in this world that can't be overcome—unpalatable food, disliked philosophical books, unloved people—as long as habituation becomes nature, nothing is too difficult.
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Fu Xingzhou indeed had boundless energy, having returned at four in the morning, he was already stirring her up again.
Ye Yan hummed discontentedly, "Tired."
The words as she spoke were tender, tinged with a hint of petulance—it was cute yet seductive.
Fu Xingzhou loved her when she was halfway between sleep and wakefulness—she wasn't so cold, nor was she so sharp-witted. He felt as if he could shape her however he desired without her resistance.
He kissed her soft lips, his hand naturally slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown.
He knew her body extremely well, fanning the flames along the way, giving her no chance to refuse.
Any slight dissatisfaction she had quickly turned into heart-fluttering murmurs.
"Baby, that sounds so sweet," Fu Xingzhou chuckled low.
Ye Yan's face turned red, and in retaliation, she scratched his back with her nails.
It seemed he felt no pain; pain only made him more wild and more pleasurable. He was naturally a bloodthirsty... monster.
Being with a monster, she feared that one day she might become the same.
Fu Xingzhou kissed the bandage behind her neck, his eyes shadowy and indistinct, "Are you that afraid?"
Ye Yan didn't respond but looked up to see the scar on his face. It had healed, but it was long and conspicuous.
She actually wanted him to get a tetanus shot, but she knew he wouldn't listen.
"It wasn't on purpose," Ye Yan said in a softer voice. "Sorry."
"Your apology sounds insincere," the man, taking advantage of the situation, pointed to his face, "Kiss me, and I'll let it go."
Though Ye Yan was reluctant, since she had caused the injury, she hadn't meant to hurt anyone.
"Then close your eyes."
Fu Xingzhou laughed, his chest vibrating slightly with his laughter, "Is Dr. Ye so shy that you need to close your eyes just for a kiss?"
"Are you going to close them or not?" Ye Yan, face red, glared at him.
"I'll close them." Fu Xingzhou indeed closed his eyes.
His features were truly handsome; even knowing what he was like beneath the skin, it was hard not to be charmed by that face.
Ye Yan had once consoled herself that if it hadn't been Fu Xingzhou but some sleazy man, wouldn't she still have to marry?
Fu Xingzhou had many faults, but his face was a free perk.
Ye Yan kissed that irresistibly handsome face, albeit in a rather perfunctory manner.
The owner of the face was dissatisfied, "That was worse than a cat's lick."
"Then go find a cat to lick you."
Fu Xingzhou gritted his teeth, "Dr. Ye, let me remind you, you sound sweeter than a cat and your figure is more seductive than a cat's..."
A pillow was unceremoniously thrown at him, hitting his forehead.
Fu Xingzhou held the pillow in his hands, just smiling, unbothered.
Ye Yan suddenly remembered the man from last night, Xiong Rui, who was so abhorrent. Fu Xingzhou had tormented him badly; she wondered how he was now.
"That man, he's not in trouble, right?"
Fu Xingzhou coolly replied, "He overestimated himself; any trouble is his own doing."
He was always like this, his hands never stained with blood—there were ways he could make a person's life unbearable or make them disappear completely.
These were the kind of people who navigated through loopholes in the law, treading in the gray areas of danger.
Ye Yan decisively created some distance between them.
Meanwhile, in a certain hospital in Ao City, Xiong Rui was anxiously grabbing the doctor, "My dad will be okay, right? There won't be any complications, right?"