Admitted after One Long Night

As his arm blocked in front, Liang Yan's heart fluttered. The man in front of her seemed a lot more concerned about her than she'd imagined.

"I'm sorry. I'm late." Huo Qingning turned to pull her into his embrace, reluctant to let go not even a second. Liang Yan hesitated before she wrapped her arms around his waist and let herself enjoy his warmth.

Behind the large, transparent glass pane was the spying kids, the dean covering their eyes. "All right, children. No more peeping."

Liang Yan was no longer in the mood for visiting. She bid goodbye, and they returned to the villa. Stepping into the bedroom, she threw himself onto the bed and sank within its softness. "So comfy..." The sleepiness hit her.

Huo Qingning came to the bed, gently pressing on her back. He whispered in her ear, "Are you leaving me stranded on our wedding night?"

"Huh?" She turned to put her arms around his neck, playing dumb. "What wedding night? I thought we'd agreed to sleep in separate rooms. Well, if that's the case, good night, Mr. Capitalist."

Before she could slip away, he blocked her only escape route, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, the water drenching her wet before he pulled her dress off.

"Oh!" She tried to cover her body with her arms, throwing herself into his embrace to take cover. "*sshole! How could you?"

"Can't help it when Mrs. Huo's always acting dumb. She needs punishment." The threatening tone in his voice was evident.

"What? I'm not acting dumb. Can you get ou-mmm?" Every word of hers got lost when he took her mouth in a kiss. He dominated the tempo, entering slow and deeply into her soul. She tried to resist but to no avail. His hands continued to roam across her soft skin, but she was new to this, and she didn't know where to place her hands. He wasn't irritated about it, and he guided her to unbutton his shirt with patience. Skin to skin, they made love in the bathtub. She felt only stabbing pain and no comfort. After long, he exited her body and carried her back to bed.

"*sshole..." Liang Yan was too exhausted to move, and she passed out. When her eyes opened, she realized she was in the hospital—the white room, the disinfectant stench, and Huo Qingning holding her hand in a tight grip.

"Huo Qingning..." She called weakly, her voice hoarse. The man next to her bed woke up from his light sleep instantly, reaching his hand to her forehead and sighed a breath of relief. "Good. Your temperature's down."

"I had a fever?" Liang Yan was puzzled. Indeed, she felt her body burning in flames after coming out of the bathtub.

Huo Qingning felt guilty, and he held her close, murmuring his apologies. "I'm sorry. We won't be staying long in the bathtub again next time."

The realization suddenly hit her. So that was how she caught a cold. Face flushed from reminiscing the previous night, and she uttered, "Men. How annoying." Then she turned away.