“Prescribe her the best medicine,” Huo Jingmo said in a deep voice.
“Yes, sir.” The doctor, as if granted a reprieve, quickly left the medicine and hurried out of the hospital room.
The room fell silent.
When Lin Nianxi woke again, it was already early the next morning.
She opened her eyes to find herself in an exquisitely decorated, luxurious hospital room.
There was no pungent smell of disinfectant in the air; instead, it carried a faint scent of fir.
“Awake?” A low, magnetic voice sounded from beside the bed.
Lin Nianxi turned her head and saw a tall, imposing man lounging lazily on the sofa.
At that moment, the man’s suit jacket was draped over the armrest of the leather sofa. He wore a white shirt and suit pants, with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up. The rare diamond buttons gleamed with understated luxury, revealing his strong, powerful elbows.
An aura of nobility and sharpness emanated from the man.
“Mr. Huo?” Lin Nianxi blinked her dark, moist almond-shaped eyes, gazing at him in confusion.
Memories gradually returned.
Her aunt forcing medicine down her throat, the butler taking her away, her desperate phone call for help… and in the car, how she had clung to the man, pleading with him to take her—those wild scenes…
Her face instantly flushed bright red. She looked at him with her damp, almond eyes, filled with shyness. “Th… thank you for saving me.”
Huo Jingmo stood up, picked up a bowl of warm medicinal porridge from the thermal container, walked to the bedside, and sat down. “No need to be so polite.”
“Are you hungry?” The man’s low, sensual voice sounded beside her ear.
Lin Nianxi was indeed a little hungry, and her stomach betrayed her with an audible growl. Her face flushed even redder, and she obediently nodded.
Huo Jingmo pressed the remote control for the hospital bed, adjusting it to a slightly elevated angle.
The man’s slender hand gently rested on the girl’s thin back, helping her sit up.
He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it lightly, and brought it to her lips.
Lin Nianxi felt a bit embarrassed and quickly reached out to take it. “I… I can do it myself.”
“Don’t move.” Huo Jingmo avoided her hand, his tone firm yet gentle. “You don’t have the strength right now.”
Lin Nianxi’s face flushed even more intensely.
After two consecutive days of high-frequency “exercise,” her entire body felt as if it had been run over by a truck, aching terribly.
She was sore and weak all over; even lifting her arm caused some pain.
Lin Nianxi lowered her hand, obediently opened her mouth, and allowed the man to feed her the porridge.
It was a medicinal porridge made with red dates, donkey-hide gelatin, angelica root, astragalus, and bird’s nest. It was soft and glutinous, carrying a faint aroma of red dates and herbs, melting in her mouth the moment she tasted it.
As she swallowed, Lin Nianxi felt her stomach grow warm and comfortable, an utterly soothing sensation.
She ate in small, delicate bites, like a kitten being fed—obedient and adorable.
She ate with great relish.
Seeing her enjoy the meal so much, Huo Jingmo felt a sense of accomplishment.
Such a good girl.
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Lin Nianxi felt immensely comfortable.
“Thank you, Mr. Huo.” The young girl gazed at him softly and obediently, her voice gentle.
The man’s deep eyes lingered on the girl’s tender lips. At that moment, her slightly swollen, soft pink lips—kissed into redness—were stained with a small grain of soft white rice. Her soft, bright almond-shaped eyes looked at him, making her appear innocent, obedient, and pitiful.
Such a pitiful, good girl.
Lin Nianxi blushed under his gaze, feeling somewhat uneasy and restless.
Why is Mr. Huo looking at me like this…
The next second, the man’s slender, well-defined fingers gently landed beside her lips—
Lin Nianxi stared at him in a daze, her heart skipping a beat at that moment.
The man’s fingers lightly brushed away a grain of rice from her lips.
Seeing the grain of rice on his finger, Lin Nianxi’s face flushed even more deeply.
She must have accidentally smudged it on her mouth while eating the porridge…
But the next moment, instead of wiping it away, the man brought the grain of rice to his lips and tasted it.
Lin Nianxi’s dark almond-shaped eyes instantly widened in shock.
He…!!
Mr. Huo actually ate the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth!!
“This porridge,” seeing the girl staring at him with wide, incredulous eyes, Huo Jingmo curved his lips, “tastes good.”
Lin Nianxi’s face flushed even redder.
She had read news reports before, saying that Huo Jingmo wielded immense power and was ruthless in his methods.
It was said that those who offended Mr. Huo would have their limbs broken and be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.
The Mr. Huo in the news was cold and cruel.
Now she realized that the news reports were all nonsense—Mr. Huo was nothing like what they said!
“The doctor said you have quite a few injuries. Let me apply the ointment for you.”
Huo Jingmo picked up the ointment from the bedside table and turned to look at her, his gaze deep and intense.
“Take off your dress.”
The man’s voice was low, rich, and seductive.
Lin Nianxi froze for a moment before realizing what he meant, her face instantly burning bright red.
What… what kind of outrageous words were these…
“N-no need… I can do it myself!” she stammered, her face flushed as she reached for the ointment.
“You’re torn there.” Huo Jingmo’s deep, dark eyes locked onto her. “You can’t see it yourself, and you won’t apply it evenly.”
“But…” Lin Nianxi was so embarrassed that her toes curled.
Letting him apply ointment there… it was just too humiliating!
How awkward, ugh.
“Last night and earlier, which part of your body haven’t I seen or touched?” Huo Jingmo leaned in closer, the scent of a mature man’s hormones instantly enveloping her as his seductive voice murmured softly.
“But…” the girl hesitated, still feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“Last night, you were sitting in my lap, begging me to take you.” The man looked at her with amusement. “Why are you so shy today?”
“Th-that’s different!” The girl’s face flushed crimson, like a ripe Red Fuji apple. “Yesterday, I was under the influence of the drug, so…”
“The me from last night wasn’t the real me!”
“Alright, I know Nianxi is a good girl,” the man said gently, his eyes warm as he spoke patiently. “Be good, Nianxi, and listen to me.”
Lin Nianxi knew she couldn’t win against him. Biting her lower lip, her face flushed, she slowly let go and closed her eyes.
Huo Jingmo lifted the blanket.
The girl’s legs were long and straight, her skin so fair it was dazzling.
He took a deep breath and examined her.
Red and swollen.
What a poor little thing.
Huo Jingmo sighed softly, his voice hoarse. “Be good, I’ll apply the ointment for you.”
The moment the cool ointment touched her skin, Lin Nianxi let out a soft cry, squeezing her eyes shut in shame.
So cold.
As his fingers brushed over her, a tingling, electric sensation spread through her.
It couldn’t help but remind her of the chaos, madness, and restlessness of their two consecutive nights together.
Those images made her blush and her heart race.