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.

The white

the emergency button without

the experienced eye why the wound had reopened. Ian's

with a spleen involved. You need to take care of yourself to avoid any complications. You've got your whole life

a few cautionary words, "No sex

could only nod, her cheeks burning with 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 couch with work. It wasn't until

help but tease, "Most people are miserable when they're hurt, but you?

no one would care for you like this. What can I say? You've

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.