“Mmm…”
Yin Huan opened her mouth and jolted awake.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Bo Xun withdrawing his hand. Dazed, she turned her head and pushed him with both hands, “Bo Xun!!!”
“Take it easy, this is a hospital. Don’t shout so loudly—doesn’t your throat hurt?” Bo Xun laughed cheerfully even as she hit him. “You slept the whole way here like a pig.”
“You’re the pig! Your whole family are pigs!”
“Don’t forget you’re about to marry me. Whatever I am, you’ll be too.” Bo Xun was thoroughly amused.
Yin Huan pounded his chest a few times.
“Young Mistress, you have domestic violence tendencies!”
“Who can prove it’s domestic violence? This is clearly just us flirting.” Yin Huan hit him again.
How dare he pinch her nose and call her a pig.
He deserved it.
Bo Xun seized her wrists and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.
In the cramped car interior, their bodies pressed tightly together. Yin Huan, agitated, breathed heavily, her beautiful light brown eyes glaring at him indignantly.
Bo Xun held her close, her fragrance filling his senses as he whispered, “Young Mistress, let’s wait until after the checkup to play around, alright?”
“Let go of me!”
He really was reluctant to release her.
Bo Xun comforted himself that there would be plenty of time—no need to rush—before finally letting Yin Huan go.
After getting out of the car, the Young Mistress stormed off without looking back.
Yin Huan had made an online appointment yesterday. After arriving, she collected the medical forms, handed Bo Xun’s copy to him, and went alone to have her blood drawn.
Bo Xun followed behind her, watching helplessly as the nurse inserted the slender needle into Yin Huan’s arm.
Yin Huan didn’t dare look, turning her head away only to see Bo Xun.
“If you’re scared, lean into my embrace.” Bo Xun stepped closer. “Come, bury yourself here. Your husband’s arms are always open for you.”
It only hurt when the needle went in; now Yin Huan felt nothing.
Yin Huan scoffed proudly, “Hah, it’s just a blood draw. It doesn’t hurt at all!”
“My Huanhuan is so brave, not even afraid of blood draws.” Bo Xun smiled as he praised her.
Yin Huan internally screamed—was he treating her like a three-year-old?
After Yin Huan finished her blood draw, it was Bo Xun’s turn.
Yin Huan didn’t wait for him and left directly to proceed with other checkup items.
Two hours later, Yin Huan completed her final gynecological examination, her entire face flushed red.
She sent Bo Xun a message asking if he had finished his checkup.
Bo Xun replied with a floor and room number, telling her to come over.
Yin Huan initially considered leaving straight away, but then it occurred to her—what if Bo Xun had some health issue?
Anxious, Yin Huan hurried over.
She pushed the door open to find Bo Xun sitting in an empty white room, a few magazines placed in front of him. Judging by the cover models’ attire, those magazines were anything but ordinary.
Moreover, Bo Xun was holding a small transparent cup.
Having just undergone her gynecological exam, Yin Huan naturally understood what Bo Xun needed to do now.
For the male premarital checkup, that aspect had to be examined.
Yin Huan walked up to Bo Xun, crossed her arms, and looked down at him condescendingly. “Tsk, can’t get it out?”
“Yeah, I need the Young Mistress’s help.”
“Fine.” Yin Huan picked up one of the magazines, flipped through it, and spread it open in front of him. “I’ll hold it for you, how about that!”
A wife as clever, virtuous, and gracious as her was rare.
How generous she was.
Bo Xun had called her over precisely because these magazines did nothing for him.
Yet Yin Huan went and opened one for him.
Did he not have hands himself?
Bo Xun snatched the magazine from her hands and threw it far away.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Yin Huan was stunned.
“I want to watch you!” Bo Xun’s voice was hoarse, his dark, profound eyes fixed intently on her with a burning gaze.
Yin Huan avoided his gaze by looking down, only to see that Bo Xun’s belt was undone, revealing the English letters on his black boxer briefs.
Her ears instantly flushed bright red. “You have no shame!”
“Not letting me watch? Then what should I do? Skip the checkup?” Bo Xun shrugged helplessly.
“No, we must do the checkup.” Yin Huan steeled herself and spoke slowly, “Then… can I turn around? Will my back be okay?”
“Fine.”
As long as Yin Huan didn’t leave, as long as she was here, Bo Xun felt he could manage.
Yin Huan swiftly turned around, her back facing Bo Xun, and even took a few steps to increase the distance between them.
The empty room fell into an eerie silence, the white curtains blocking both the outside view and the scorching sunlight.
She could hear Bo Xun’s breathing growing heavier behind her. Just the thought of what he was doing at that moment made her shy, her ears burning crimson.
For the first time, she found Bo Xun’s breathing sounds incredibly sensual.
Unbidden images of Bo Xun’s current actions flooded her mind, making her increasingly embarrassed. She shook her head, unable to dispel the thoughts.
Bo Xun stared fixedly at her slender back, doing his utmost to restrain himself, yet low, ragged breaths still escaped his lips.
“Mmm…”
Hearing the muffled groan from behind her, Yin Huan’s tense heart seemed to snap.
How did it feel like only a few minutes had passed?
Was he that fast?
“If you’re done, I’ll go out now…” Yin Huan said, her face flushed, as she hurried out of the room.
Bo Xun watched her retreating figure. He had been too excited—it seemed she had misunderstood.
No matter. After marriage, he would prove his capabilities.
After the premarital checkup, Bo Xun took Yin Huan out for a meal.
Every time Yin Huan looked at Bo Xun’s face, she remembered what he had done while facing her back in the hospital, and her cheeks would flush again.
Damn it!
She couldn’t forget it.
“Is it very hot?” Bo Xun glanced at the air conditioner in the private room.
23°C cool air.
“A little.” Yin Huan’s face remained red.
Bo Xun turned the air conditioner down another three degrees.
Yin Huan didn’t feel any difference in the room’s temperature.
Bo Xun knew she was still embarrassed about what happened at the hospital, but he couldn’t help it—he had no interest in other women’s bodies.
But Yin Huan was different.
Even just her back was enough.
“That was an accident. I’m definitely not that fast,” Bo Xun said impatiently, eager to prove himself.
But they hadn’t registered their marriage yet.
“Who cares how fast you are?” Yin Huan didn’t even lift her eyelids, biting her straw as she drank freshly squeezed watermelon juice.
“You do! You’re my wife.”
Yin Huan rolled her eyes dramatically. “Bo Xun, you’ve fantasized about me doing that kind of thing quite often, haven’t you?”
Caught.
Even the usually thick-skinned Bo Xun flushed red at the ears. He downed three glasses of wine in quick succession.
“Dare to do it but not admit it!”
“I admit it!” Bo Xun gripped his wine glass, meeting her teasing gaze. “My dream is about to come true soon!”
Yin Huan gritted her teeth in frustration. “You’re so disgusting!”
“Then… sorry?”
“What’s the use of saying sorry? Unless you promise not to think of me when you do that kind of thing in the future.”
“Young Mistress, you’re truly magnanimous. We’re about to get married, and you want me to think of someone else while looking at you? Do you think you’re following some white moonlight substitute script?” Bo Xun’s lips curved upward. “We’re following the childhood sweethearts script.”
Yin Huan said with fierce cuteness, “If you dare think of someone else while looking at me, you’ll meet an even worse fate.”
So the possessiveness has emerged, hasn’t it?
Bo Xun’s mood instantly brightened. “I promise to think only of you, wholeheartedly and exclusively.”
“That’s more like it. No emotional or physical cheating allowed, or I’ll divorce you immediately.”
“And what about you?” Bo Xun countered.