Li Shaoling’s embrace was warm with the faint scent of antiseptics.

And for the very first time, Ji Wei thought that it was simply wonderful to survive a calamity.

Still, Li Shaoling seemed to be a little hurt—he was panting lightly.

Ji Weixi pulled away to look at him then: his pale, sweaty handsome face was just inches away.

She felt a little hurt inside then. “Where have you been?” She asked, a little upset.

Still, it was fortunate that he was alright.

Li Shaoling held her tightly. “In the hospital. I came to find you as soon as I woke up.” He said a little hoarsely.

Ji Weixi lowered her eyes a little unhappily. “I heard a woman saved you.”

Though she sounded unruffled, there was a bitterness in her words when Li Shaoling heard them.

He smiled teasingly. “Yes, it was a woman.”

Ji Weixi thought that he would be explaining things instead, and so pouted in irritation when he simply answered her question. “Yes, a woman, a very beautiful woman!” she pouted.

With those words, she struggled to get off from him.

Li Shaoling, however, merely carried her to bed and helplessly calmed her. “It’s just some woman. I don’t even know her.”

Ji Weixi clicked her tongue. Though she was having sweet thoughts inside, she kept her disdained look. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Then did you miss me?”

“Nope!” The reply was quick and direct.

Li Shaoling’s gaze darkened and he sighed quietly. “Fine, I’m going.”

He stood up, while Ji Weixi kept her head low, seemingly without intention to have him stay.

That was when Li Shaoling winced in slight pain, and she promptly sprung up worriedly. “What happened? Does it hurt? Should I get a doctor?”

Ji Weixi was very afraid. Having seen him faint right in front of her as if he had died, her eyes scanned Li Shaoling’s whole body.

Still, she sensed that something wasn’t right when Li Shaoling kept quiet. She slowly looked up, and found a pair of teasing eyes.

“You’re toying with me again, Li Shaoling!”

Only knowing that she was played, Ji Weixi threw her fist at him indignantly.

Li Shaoling quickly caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. “I was wrong,” he said sweetly.

How quickly he apologized! Jiang Cong would have laughed until his front teeth fell off.

Ji Weixi struggled, trying to escape his arms, puffing her cheeks while red circles appeared around her eyes.

This stinking man! Pig!

They’ve only just reunited and he teased her! So shameless!

“I missed you.” Li Shaoling voice suddenly turned tender and quiet. “So, so much…”

Ji Weixi paused immediately and stared at him blankly.

“Silly. How could you not care about your own life in that fire? Don’t do that ever again.”

Ji Weixi was about to explain things when Li Shaoling suddenly furrowed his brow. “My head, it hurts.” He sounded upset.

“Should I call the doctor?” Ji Weixi whispered.

He shook his head, putting his nose to hers and enticingly said, “I just need your kiss.”

The moment those words left his mouth and without giving her a chance to react, his urgent but gentle kiss struck.

Ji Weixi was in a daze. Her head went blank and her breaths quickened, unsure where to put her hands.

One night apart was no different from a year not seeing him. It was as if his tenderness towards her before had all vanished in a puff of smoke and they were now newly acquainted, and she was now a naive young girl caught in her raw, inexperienced first love.

***

Unbeknownst to them, the door to the room was opened.

Su Yang froze when he saw their intimate moment, and after a few beats, quietly turned and closed the door.

Meanwhile, his assistant ran up to him urgent. “Oh, dear me! Maestro, why are you running off—”

“Don’t say a word.” Su Yang calmly cut him short, but there was something in his voice that allowed no refusal.

“What is it? Maestro?”

Su Yang gently closed his eyes and shook his head while seething. “Don’t… say a word…”

The assistant watched helplessly as he limped off, brushing past him.

At the moment, Su Yang was a doll. It was as if he had lost his soul, his strength, and vigor and became a walking corpse.

The face beneath the silver hair was even paler, and his eyes were hollow as he scanned his surroundings dispassionately.

Everything had turned gray.

Ji Weixi did not know that his infected flesh had stuck on to the bandages when ointment was applied on his body, and the agony when it was tearing off ever so directly.

She would never know how he almost fainted after having that flesh torn off his back.

But now, the pain in his heart was a greater torment than being skinned alive.

***

Ji Weixi’s face was red when Li Shaoling let go of him, and he lovingly pinched the tip of her nose.

Embarrassed, she bit her lower lip. “Well… where else does it hurt? Should I get a doctor?”

After all, getting a doctor meant that they won’t be alone and she did not have to feel so embarrassed.

But the moment those words escape her lips, Li Shaoling’s smile immediately turned to a face of utter agony, and he meekly leaned his head on her shoulder. “It hurts everywhere—my head, my hand, my feet…”

Ji Weixi wanted to shove him off when she caught sight of the dried blood on the back of his hand. Her eyes immediately became wet even as her heart ached, and she said tenderly, “I’ll call the doctor for you.”

Li Shaoling smiled smugly before shaking his head in grief. “I’m fine. I’m just worried that you’re hurt.”

Ji Weixi frowned. “Li Shaoling, you are already so hurt. How could you worry about me!?”

She felt both annoyed and feeble.

This stinking man!

Was his own life worthless just because he found her important?

Still, she did not expect that that was the reaction Li Shaoling wanted.

After she pressed the buzzer, the doctor came in and cleaned Li Shaoling’s wounds before checking both of their conditions, and left when there were no serious problems found.

Li Shaoling himself had taken off he bandage over his head before coming to meet her: it was just a minor scratch.

He was afraid of her excessively worrying over himself.

He now generally understood this little woman who says one thing but acted in a completely different manner.

“Where is your phone, Li Shaoling? I want to give our son a call. I’m afraid that he is worried about us.”

“I called him before I came.”

***

In the first place, Li Shaoling would never have called Ji Jiayu under any circumstances, but he also knew that Ji Weixi would definitely call the boy.

Therefore, he quickly called up the little one beforehand, telling him what happened.

The boy was so frightened he cried, demanding to see Ji Weixi—but there was no way Li Shaoling would allow the brat to disturb their perfect, two-person world. Hence, he refused the little one cruelly by using the excuse of getting him a sister.

“What did he say?” Ji Weixi straightened hopefully.

Li Shaoling, however, lied flatly. “He told you to rest well. He’s busy gaming away at Jiang Cong’s home, and won’t come to see you.”

Immediately, Ji Weixi leaned back like a deflated balloon, clenching her fist and gritting her teeth indignantly. “That little white-eyed wolf! To think I raised him for four years!”

Li Shaoling nodded in agreement and snuggled up to her. “That’s why I keep saying that I’m the best for you in this world.”