Chapter 36: Master of Recoil Control
Amidst the rhythmic ticking of the ECG monitor, Fu Wang, hand wrapped in gauze, fumbled for the phone hidden under his pillow.
It was obtained by opening his mouth to ask for it the very first second he woke up.
After transferring to the Heart Medical Center, this was the first time he avoided the medical staff’s sight.
The moment the screen lit up, the smell of disinfectant seemed to fade a few degrees. Fu Wang unconsciously rubbed the cracks left on the screen by the car accident with his fingertips.
Until, after connecting to the internet, a white dialogue box popped up with a new message.
“I will be your real girlfriend.”
Short ten words made the man’s vision focus on the screen, like a soft feather lightly scratching the tip of his heart.
The man’s Adam’s apple rolled, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and the heart in his chest throbbed uncontrollably.
He even ignored the dull pain in his body; his heart and eyes were filled only with this sentence burning hot inside him.
“Beepāā!” A sharp alarm suddenly tore through the air.
Fu Wang trembled violently, only then discovering the values on the monitor were jumping crazily. The dizziness of soaring blood pressure struck without warning, but the silly smile looking at the phone screen didn’t retract.
A burst of dense footsteps. Fu Wang’s attending physician rushed in and snatched the phone from his hand.
Severe reprimands in English mixed with rising and falling alarms entered his ears.
“Diastolic pressure too high, prepare blockers immediately!” The doctor’s gaze stared dead at the climbing numbers on the monitor.
“Your current situation is very dangerous. Any sudden rise in blood pressure could break through the only remaining adventitia of the blood vessel.”
The doctor looked down and scanned the content on the screen.
“Still busy dating? Every tachycardia now is like strapping dynamite to your aortic dissection!”
The nurse quickly dialed the infusion regulator to the maximum, but the cold sensation of the medicine pushing into the blood vessel couldn’t match the blazing heat surging in his eyes.
Those words he didn’t have time to reply to were destined to brew into scorching anticipation in his chest, carrying the price of tachycardia.
It turned out that hovering on the edge of life and death at this moment, just a light sentence…
Could taste sweeter than painkillers.
It was already early morning. Ruan Yi curled up in the quilt holding her phone.
There were already some dark shadows under her eyes. At some point, she clicked open the chat box with Fu Wang again.
“Sorry…” The dark night amplified emotions. The vicious supporting villainess began her late-night confession time.
The last message sent still glowed with a soft green light.
Suddenly, “The other party is typing…” abruptly popped up at the top of the chat box. Ruan Yi’s breathing stopped instantly, and the phone nearly smashed onto her face.
Her heart thumped dully in her chest. She stared at that small line of text, not daring to blink. Three seconds, five seconds, seven secondsāthe text at the top dissipated, leaving only the nickname Ruan Yi gave him, ‘Big Golden Retriever.’
It didn’t mean he was a dog; Ruan Yi just felt his hair was really good to pet.
Ruan Yi tremblingly typed “Fu Wang, are you okay?” The moment she pressed send, a crisp sending sound rang out in the quiet room.
The chat box remained silent. Ruan Yi buried her face in the quilt, the soft fabric slowly getting wet.
As expected, just a hallucination from blurred vision.
Not only did she harm Fu Wang, but she also couldn’t dissolve the engagement with Shen Xun. Did she really have to marry Shen Xun in this life?
Haha… still thinking too beautifully. The greater possibility was dying before living half a life.
The suffocation and powerlessness of being trapped in a prison surrounded the girl.
The source of these feelings wasn’t Shen Xun, but this world that could deal her a head-on blow at any time.
In the silent corridor, faint sobbing could be heard. The black shadow in front of the girl’s door had been standing there for a long time.
The sound of the door being lightly knocked. The man’s voice was gentle and concerned, “Sister?”
The sobbing inside the room stopped abruptly, leaving silence.
The corners of the man’s mouth raised slightly. He knocked on the door lightly twice more, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness.
“Sister, I’m coming in.”
The door was slowly opened. The man’s footsteps were very light as he went straight to the bedside and turned on a night light with weak rays. A soft halo gradually diffused in the dimness.
On the bed, the bulging quilt moved slightly. Ruan Yi carefully poked her head out, her hair messy.
The soft light of the night lamp sprinkled on the girl’s reddened eye rims, trembling eyelashes, and water-sheened lips. Her cheeks still bore faint marks pressed by the pillow, soft like an injured kitten.
Fuck… Regretted coming in a little.
The scene that provoked softness in others’ hearts had long changed flavor in the man’s eyes. Every move belonging to the girl, to him, revealed temptation without exception.
Gu Zhi felt that when staying with Ruan Yi, he definitely deserved the title of “Master of Recoil Control.”
Ruan Yi blinked, her wet gaze colliding with his. For some reason, she felt a bit guilty.
He sighed lightly and sat by the bed with bent knees. The soft edge of the bed sank slightly under the pressure.
“Wasn’t he a fake boyfriend? Why is Sister so sad?” Clearly a gentle and concerned tone, yet it hid an unignorable interrogation.
“How can you say that… even if it was helping to act, he counts as my friend.” Her voice became smaller and smaller.
“Friend? Making Sister cry so sadly.”
Gu Zhi casually reached his hand into the quilt, deliberately pausing when he touched her ankle, which was tense from curling up.
Ruan Yi shook from fright, wanting to withdraw her ankle. Her voice carried a startled artlessness, “What are you doing…”
With just a slight use of force, he controlled the girl’s movement. His warm palm grasped her ankle, pulling her whole body closer.
His hand suddenly exerted force, holding her foot in his palm, his thumb rubbing the soft flesh pad of her sole.
“Feet as cold as ice cubes, yet still stubborn and lying.”
Realizing Gu Zhi just wanted to help warm her feet, and unable to struggle free, she let him be.
With the friction of the warm palm, the girl’s toes gradually curled up, rubbing a tiny itch into his palm.
“I didn’t lie. Of course I would be sad for him if a friend had such a major accident! If Ah Zhi encountered such a thing, I would have the same reaction.”
“Is that so?”
Friends. Just scenes one has to deal with under a carefully enacted mask. Those insincere pleasantries, to him, are just routine business in life without any temperature.
Only beside her did the silent heart in his chest begin to truly beat.
To be moved to tears by the suffering of others? Such a soft heart, such clumsy kindness. Such a Sister.
Makes one āā want to defile her even more.
The temperature of the man’s palm gradually seeped into every inch of her skin. The originally cold feet were now toasty warm.
Ruan Yi yawned comfortably.
Gu Zhi put her feet back into the quilt and tucked it in along the way. “Sister, go to sleep. Goodnight.”
The man’s voice was deep. The moment his fingertips extinguished the night light, darkness covered the room.
He finished speaking, yet stood motionless by the bed, gazing at the vague contour within the bedding, his Adam’s apple rolling as he swallowed all desire.
In his pitch-black pupils, like a viper flicking its tongue, he tightly entangled her curled-up figure.
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