Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Yet He Fell Asleep With His Back to Her

The bullet was lodged deep, almost exposing his stark white bone.

Because Ye Cheng refused anesthesia, Zimei held her breath the entire time, watching him furrow his eyebrows in pain, his forehead drenched in sweat yet not uttering a single sound. Her heart felt as if it were in her throat.

After a grueling hour or so, Ye Cheng’s wound was finally treated without any major issues.

The elderly doctor had also been operating on tenterhooks throughout the procedure. After wrapping the gauze carefully, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke in Japanese, "This is the first time in my life I’ve performed surgery under such limited conditions. But this young man’s willpower is truly astonishing."

Ye Cheng leaned back against something, his eyes half-lidded, lips drained of color. Beads of sweat slid along the defined contours of his bare upper body, inexplicably exuding an alluring sensuality.

Zimei paid no attention to what the elderly doctor said and rushed over to grab Ye Cheng’s hand, raising her other hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The moment the woman leaned closer, a faint seductive perfume wafted past his nose. Her fingertips were cool, and when they touched the skin of his forehead, Ye Cheng stiffened involuntarily.

Her soft, slender hand cast a shadow over his vision. He raised his phoenix eyes, watching her movements. His parched lips moved slightly, yet in the end, he refrained from stopping her.

After wiping away the sweat, Zimei brought over some warm water to feed him.

few sips with Zimei’s assistance. Perhaps finding such

in its pallor, still breathtakingly beautiful as if crafted by the gods. She gazed at it for a long time, lost in

effort earlier, Ye Cheng fell asleep not long

over him. She grabbed a chair

Cheng stayed hidden in the shadows near the doorway, vigilantly on guard to prevent Miyata’s men from showing

Ye Cheng’s surgery. This remote little clinic

with her head resting by the bed, her hand still clutching Ye Cheng’s hand

rare moment of serenity and a faint smile

...

routine and

from the bathroom, she found the man already

over, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside

light, Ji Wei stared at the pitch-black ceiling,

Moqian, he would gently pull her into his

sudden emptiness settled