No Strings Attached

Before Clara could react, lan, with a mischievous glint in his eye, grabbed her hand and shoved it down his sweatpants. The searing heat startled Clara, and she jerked her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her voice came out raspy, "lan, if you don't stop messing around, I swear I'm done with you!"

She had already lost control once and was determined not to fall into lan's trap again.

lan, staring at her slightly swollen lips from his kisses, couldn't help the smug curve that found its way onto his lips. "Clara, you still got the hots for me. You were enjoying it just now, weren't you?" "Shut up!" In a burst of embarrassment and anger, Clara grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

His laughter echoed in the room at her feisty reaction - this was the Clara he loved to rile up. But as he dodged the incoming pillow, he accidentally pulled at his wound and inhaled sharply from the pain. "I'm sorry, Clara, it hurts," he winced, his voice suddenly gentle.

his shirt to inspect the damage. The white

emergency button without

arrived to check on lan, it was clear to the experienced eye

life, but this is a serious injury, especially with a spleen involved. You need to take care of yourself to avoid any complications. You've got your whole life ahead to enjoy marital bliss, so

wound. Before leaving, he turned to Clara with a few cautionary words, "No sex

teased her, she chose to remain silent, busying herself on the couch with work. It wasn't until the next morning, when Chase and Roger walked in, that the tense atmosphere was

couldn't help but tease, "Most people are miserable when they're hurt, but you? You're still acting like a

you were on your deathbed, no one would care for you like this. What can I say? You've

was holding as if to throw it at lan but was stopped by Roger.