Xia Zhiwan’s voice was soft, yet it weighed heavily on the man’s heart.
She had clearly told him not to enter this room—so why was she saying such things now?
Aunt Wang had already tactfully left the room.
Seeing how pale the woman’s face was, Li Xiaohan had no time to think about anything else.
He stepped into the room, walked to the bedside, pulled the blanket up over her a little more, then stopped and stood there.
Xia Zhiwan looked at him with tear-filled eyes, making his heart ache.
But remembering the consequences of softening his heart before, Li Xiaohan remained standing, unmoving.
“Wanwan, I’ve said it before. You will never have the chance to go out again. Don’t think about killing yourself, and don’t think about going out to see that man.”
Hearing his words, Xia Zhiwan struggled to sit up and gently leaned her head against his leg.
She tilted her head up and looked at him carefully, then said earnestly,
“Ahan, I won’t kill myself, and I won’t see anyone else. I just want to stay here—stay by your side forever.”
Ahan.
She actually called him Ahan.
Not Li Xiaohan. Not “that perverted lunatic.”
“Is that what you call Lu Zeming too? Or did he teach you how to seduce me like this?”
His words made Xia Zhiwan tremble. She immediately shook her head.
“No, Ahan. I don’t like Lu Zeming. I hate him.”
“I used to think the person who saved me back then was him—but it was you, wasn’t it?”
“I was confused by so many things and couldn’t see my own heart clearly… until my brain finally ‘got flooded.’”
“That’s when I realized I’d already fallen in love with you long ago. Ahan, now I only want to be by your side—no one else.”
When Xia Zhiwan mentioned what happened back then, Li Xiaohan was stunned.
But what she said next made him both hopeful and uneasy.
Had her sudden change truly come from realizing everything?
“Ahan, what do I have to do for you to believe me? I really have changed.”
Her coquettish tone snapped the final thread of restraint in Li Xiaohan’s heart.
He lowered his head, meeting her eyes, his voice tightly suppressed.
“What if I want your body?”
“I’m willing.”
Xia Zhiwan paused only for a moment, then answered without hesitation.
“What?” Li Xiaohan hadn’t expected her to agree—she had always resisted his touch so fiercely.
“Ahan, if this is what it takes for you to believe me, I’m willing.”
As she spoke, she released her hold on his waist and lay back directly under his gaze.
Li Xiaohan’s eyes turned bloodshot as he pressed her down beneath him.
On the soft bed, the two of them stared at each other.
Before Li Xiaohan could make a move, the woman gently lifted her head and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Her soft lips pressed against his, and he completely lost control of his heart.
With the woman he loved tempting him like this, Li Xiaohan no longer cared what her intentions were—he only wanted to savor her.
Xia Zhiwan kissed him clumsily, but the moment he responded, she was completely overwhelmed.
His kiss was domineering and possessive.
Still keeping her first kiss, Xia Zhiwan soon couldn’t withstand the intensity, her breathing growing increasingly difficult.
Li Xiaohan finally released her, his voice hoarse.
“Xia Zhiwan, I’m not some gentleman. Don’t challenge my self-control.”
Though she was dizzy from the kiss, Xia Zhiwan could still hear the warning in his words.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, a faint blush appearing on her pale face.
“Ahan, I’m willing.”
Her soft voice exploded in Li Xiaohan’s heart. His hands clenched tightly, yet he couldn’t suppress the turmoil inside him.
“Tear—”
With the sound of fabric ripping, the man straightened up, lifted the woman clinging to him into his arms, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
“If you regret it now, there’s still time.”
Xia Zhiwan looked at the brightening sky outside the window, bit her lip tightly, and shook her head.
“I don’t regret it.”
“Good. Remember what you just said.”
With a hard tug of his hand, the little clothing she had left scattered onto the floor.
Her back was now pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, her upper body clad only in a close-fitting undergarment.
Her face was burning red.
From the second-floor window, people below could easily see what was happening upstairs.
Xia Zhiwan didn’t know the glass was one-way.
Yet even as she saw his hand moving toward the lower half of his loungewear, she still didn’t stop him.
She hooked her arms around Li Xiaohan’s neck and held him tightly.
“Ahan… people will see. I’ll be embarrassed.”
His hand froze, the anger in his eyes instantly dimming.
Yes—anger.
Yet because of her single sentence, he never tore apart the shorts on her lower body.
He carried her back to the bed, carefully set her down, and said in a strained voice,
“Wanwan, what exactly are you trying to do? Does it make you happy to see me suffer? Do you even know what you’re doing?”
What kind of person was Xia Zhiwan?
She wouldn’t let him into the room, wouldn’t say a word to him. She attempted suicide and starved herself—all just to leave him.
For eight whole months.
If he wanted to see her, he could only stand silently at the doorway and steal a few seconds.
On their wedding night, the room was filled with photos of another man.
She cried and said she didn’t love him, told him to get out.
How could such a Xia Zhiwan suddenly fall in love with him—so much so that she would even allow him to…
With her eyes closed, Xia Zhiwan suddenly heard Li Xiaohan’s trembling voice beside her.
She opened her eyes and saw the self-mocking smile on his face.
So he still thought she was playing tricks. He still didn’t believe her.
She knew she had hurt him deeply—too deeply.
But how could she explain it? Should she tell him she had been reborn? Would he believe her?
Xia Zhiwan gently cupped his face, her heart aching.
“Ahan, don’t be sad.”
“I know you don’t believe me. But we still have a long time ahead of us. One day, I’ll make you believe.”
Li Xiaohan’s face was filled with exhaustion. He gave a bitter smile and lay down beside her.
“If this is a dream, then I hope I never wake up.”