.Paying attention to details is important, but not as important as the overall picture.A person who isn't afraid of needles may be scared of getting the needle removed because it hurts.Just as the nur...Even after she turned off the phone news, Huo Mingzheng showed no signs of waking up.

It has been more than half an hour.

She opened her laptop, placing it on her thighs, and began working.

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

Fū Yān moved her gaze away from the notebook and glanced at Huo Míngzhēng. He was still asleep.

Even leaning against the back of the chair, his sleeping posture was good. He didn't open his mouth to breathe and made no sound.

Peace and quiet, it truly is like a pleasing painting.

But there was not even a sound. A bad thought flashed through Fu Yan's mind in the sea of her brain.

Past news flooded back in a torrent, things like overnight work-related deaths, young men working through the night for days on end, their families finding them lifeless when they checked...

She hurriedly moved her laptop aside because it was out of reach. She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward, using her finger to gently check Huo Mingzheng's breath.

A warm breath brushed against her fingers.

Fu Yan lowered her eyes and looked at his face, suddenly realizing how foolish her actions had been.

Then the next second she retracted her fingers and was about to sit back down.

Unexpectedly, she thought Huo Mingzheng was still asleep. He grabbed her neck with one hand, pressing her head down, and his crimson lips landed perfectly on hers.

As Huo Mingzheng seized the opportunity to pry open her lips, his other hand encircled her slender waist.

Before that, Fu Yan had probed his nose, her body was leaning sideways, all her support was on one hand. However, when Huo Mingzheng encircled her slender waist, he also pulled away her hand that was propped up on the chair. All her weight then shifted entirely onto Huo Mingzheng.

Even when at the top, it is completely passive and vulnerable.

This is more convenient for Huo Mingzheng to take what he wants.

Huo Ming's palm was hot, pressed against her waistline like a branding iron, ready to leave its mark on her.

Fu Yan bit Huo Mingzheng's tongue with her teeth. She thought he would loosen his grip because of the pain, but unexpectedly, he pressed harder, tightening his hold on her and deepening the kiss, making it more fierce.

A faint metallic taste lingered in the mouth.

Fu Yan supported both hands on Huo Mingzheng's shoulders, and after he got into the car, he took off his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt on.

A sheer shirt, clinging to his skin.

She instantly wanted to scratch him with her nails, but accidentally felt a slight protrusion on his shoulder.

It was like an electric current shot through her heart, a tingling sensation that made her heartbeat race.

The scar was left by the time he took a knife for himself.

Huo Mingzheng's hand, which was gripping her neck, unconsciously moved upward, gently rubbing the hair at the back of her head, as if soothing her emotions.

Just as he had shielded her with his body, holding her close and telling her not to look, for she would be afraid.

He too stroked her hair, soothing her emotions.

All those past events, the hurtful, deceitful, tender, and disrespectful ones, were about to tear Fu Yan apart.

Huo Mingzheng tasted bitterness in his mouth. He opened his eyes, and a tear rolled from Fu Yan's eye into his, creating ripples.

As his hands stiffened, Fu Yan pushed him away forcefully and ran out of the car after turning the door handle.

She hailed a taxi, gave the driver her address, and left the hospital.

And while Huo Mingzheng saw the taillights flash by, like quicksand between fingers being scattered by the wind.

This sense of unreality, this maddening feeling of loss, filled him with great unease.

He didn't even have time to react, he just jumped into the driver's seat and sped off after them!servants by whipping them, which seemed to soothe him.A woman's terrified and pained sobs echoed from the dimly lit room.Kevin, wearing a black waistcoat and white shirt, held a long whip in his hand....