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 gauze was soaked with fresh blood, staining even his pajama

the emergency button

experienced eye why

young and full of life, but this is a serious injury, especially with a

wound. Before leaving, he turned to Clara with a few cautionary words, "No sex for at least two weeks,

embarrassment like she'd never felt before. All night, no matter how much lan teased her, she chose to remain silent, busying herself on the

"Most people are miserable

even if you were on your deathbed, no one would care for you like this.

enraged, lifted the bouquet he was holding as if to throw it at lan but was stopped by Roger. "Don't waste them. These are beautiful flowers. I picked them