C28 Counter(part II)

His gaze was icy, tinged with a flicker of rage, devoid of any amorous intent.

Zhiwei regained consciousness and explained, "The drug was potent. I was just trying to stay alert."

There were needle marks on her arm, but they were so fine that they would go unnoticed without close inspection.

With no other exit available in the room, she had to exploit a brief window of time to make her escape.

Ruoshan and Lin Li planned to bring people over to catch the lovers red-handed, which meant the chains had to be removed in advance.

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang's reaction to the drug intensified, and he ambushed her from behind.

To maintain her lucidity, she had no choice but to slash her thigh with a shard of glass from the floor, also wounding Qin Lang severely enough to snap him back to his senses.

Afterward, they worked together to erase any signs of the struggle in the room. Hearing the sound of the chains being unlocked at the door, they seized the opportunity to flee.

Ruoshan's timing was impeccable.

Zhiwei and Qin Lang had just taken the safety passage when the others emerged from the elevator.

Had she been even a moment slower, she would have been caught in the act.

Yandong's gaze fell upon the wound on her leg, a shadow of complexity crossing his handsome features.

He stood and offered her his towel, his eyes fixed on the door, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"Put on the bathrobe and come out. I'll treat your wound," he said.

She was still menstruating, and the damp clothing clinging to her skin was unhealthy.

Zhiwei looked down at the oversized bathrobe in her arms, a slight lift to her eyebrows.

Moments later, she emerged from the bathroom to find Yandong seated on the lounge sofa by the window, a white medicinal kit by his side.

His long, attractive fingers casually draped over the kit, almost distractingly elegant under the light.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Zhiwei asked in a soft voice, "Yandong, where's my brother? Have you made sure he's settled?"

Yandong's body stiffened, his breathing momentarily erratic.

He looked up, scooped up the mischievous young woman, and deposited her onto the sofa, "Stay seated."

Gu Zhiwei pursed her lips disinterestedly, straightened her bathrobe, and with a bold flourish, she lifted it to reveal her long, pale, and slender legs.

Bo Yandong, holding a cotton swab soaked in iodine, caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and his breath hitched. He quickly averted his gaze.

Seeing his reaction, Gu Zhiwei let out a light chuckle and playfully rubbed her leg against his. "Yandong, how can you apply the medicine if you're not looking at me?"

The man's ears reddened slightly as he handed her the cotton swab. "Do it yourself," he said.

Then he added, "Your brother is fine. I've arranged for someone to take him home."

Gu Zhiwei accepted the iodine and began disinfecting the wound, silently tending to it as if she felt no pain.

Bo Yandong's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a flicker of concern passing through his eyes.

Before he could speak, Gu Zhiwei pulled him close and captured his lips, biting them gently.

"Yandong, consider this a thank you for tonight," she said, her voice husky and enticingly suggestive.

Bo Yandong tensed, uncertain who initiated the deepening kiss, but as it grew more passionate, he took control, wrapping his arms around her waist and pinning her down onto the expansive bed.

His hands, instinctively skilled, slipped inside the neckline of her bathrobe, gliding over her soft skin.

The room's temperature seemed to rise with their escalating desire, his muscular frame pressing against hers, their breaths ragged and heavy with longing.

Gu Zhiwei, panting delicately like a kitten, gently pushed him away and gazed into his now lucid eyes.

In a soft whisper, she called out, "Yandong."

Bo Yandong froze, as if a realization had struck him, and the fog in his eyes cleared.

He rose, bracing himself on either side of her, and said in a deep, apologetic tone, "I'm sorry."