Back on the bed, seeing her look a bit tired, I suggested, "It’s late. Why don’t you rest for a while?"
She had been by my side from afternoon until early morning, a wealthy girl who was surprisingly responsible.
"This is the last bottle. Once it’s done dripping, I’ll lie down over there," she said and pointed to the nearby recliner.
The room was a bit chilly, and the patient was without a blanket, risking a cold. "Go ask the nurse for a blanket," I instructed.
She nodded, "I’ll do it later."
Twenty minutes later, as the IV drip finished, the night nurse ca to remove the needle. I asked for a blanket, but the nurse apologized. "I’m sorry, the hygiene departnt has taken all the blankets for disinfection today, and they haven’t been returned yet. So, there are no spare blankets in the storeroom."
Well, that was a bumr.
"It’s okay. I’ll manage for now. It’s only a few hours until dawn," Lillian replied.
"You’ve had a rough day too. How about this? The hospital bed is big enough. If you don’t mind, you can co up here, and I’ll sleep at the foot of the bed," I suggested.
I moved to the foot of the bed, and she hesitated, "Oh, I really don’t mind."
"You look exhausted. Co on. The bed is spacious, so we won’t be cramped," I encouraged her.
Seeing my determination, she blushed and nodded, "Okay then."
I didn’t think much of it, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
In the dead of night, half-asleep, I suddenly felt sothing extra in my embrace.
I reached out and found it was a pair of feet.
Damn, why did she put her feet on ?
I was afraid she might kick my injured hand, so I moved her feet aside.
But soon enough, her feet ca back, almost hitting my face.
She was a restless sleeper.
I gently called out to her a few tis, realizing she was deeply asleep and couldn’t be woken up. My heart softened, thinking she must be exhausted from taking care of all day.
She was a young lady from a wealthy family, yet she had been so attentive. I covered her with the blanket, and at that mont, I saw her smooth legs and even her white cotton pants.
That mont made lose my composure.
Don’t look where you shouldn’t!
I quickly covered her with the blanket, but the images kept replaying in my mind.
"Why are you wearing a dress?" I sighed in my mind.
Just as I lay down, the girl’s feet found their way back onto .
Damn, you brought this upon yourself.
I swallowed hard, pretending casually to hold her foot.
Luckily, there was no funky sll, and her skin felt clean and smooth to the touch.
My heart raced with excitent.
Starting from the sole of her foot, then her ankle, moving up her calf.
I was excited but dared not make any sudden moves. After reaching her knee, I slowed down, pretending to be asleep, pausing for a mont before continuing.
I even made snoring sounds.
I admit I was wicked, feeling like a wolf preying on a little rabbit.
But in my mind, all I could see was Nicholas tearing her clothes apart.
I tried to convince myself that I was asleep.
After a while, I was about to cross the line and venture into forbidden territory. That was when the most intense struggle took place in my mind.
Advance or retreat!
I cursed myself inwardly, a beast preying on a kind girl who had been so good to . Was I going too far?
n are naturally attracted to beauty, but when it crosses a line, it’s no longer natural but animalistic.
I never claid to be a saint, especially at my age, with vigorous vitality and strong desires.
But a real man knows when to act and when not to.
With this thought, I felt ashad and tried to pull my hand back.
But as luck would have it, she bent her body, her right foot pressing down on my hand.
Even worse, my hand was getting closer to her defense line.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she shifted her position. After finding comfort, she let out a soft hum and then rested her head on my foot.
Now, she was clinging to like an octopus, firmly holding on.
Her right foot was right under my armpit. How was I supposed to retract my hand now?
I tried to move, and the girl humd in response, her eyes still closed. A thought crossed my mind: was she dreaming? The mont that thought entered my mind, it spiraled out of control.
The evil desires I’d fought so hard to suppress surged back, nearly overwhelming my sense of decency.
As they say, the higher the road, the higher the devil. But who could resist? It’s only human, right?
I an, the woman was stunning. If it weren’t for , she might have faced sothing unimaginably awful today. And here I am, injured, not asking for a di.
Not only did I get injured, but I didn’t ask for a single penny.
Where in this world can you find soone as good as ?
I haven’t done anything particularly excessive, so it should be fine to indulge a bit, right?
My heart was pounding like crazy, and those wicked thoughts were taking over.
In the end, they completely overwheld righteousness.
I started to taunt her from the front lines, and her little hums started to string together. It got so worked up that I wished I could charge at her right then and there.
After a while, all of her pawns had been cut down by . I galloped to the front of her camp, just one layer of defense away from taking the enemy general’s head. My fingers morphed into a spear, cutting down the incoming enemies one by one.
Finally, I rode to the foot of the city wall. Looking at the tightly shut gates, I let out a roar.
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