No Strings Attached

When was that, exactly?

Wasn't their first encounter in that alley?

When lan saw that she was finally asleep, he didn't disturb her tranquility. Instead, he tucked away his confusion deep within his heart.

The next morning, as Clara fluttered her eyelids open, the first sight that greeted her was lan's scruffy, bearded face, shadowed with dark circles under his eyes.

A pang of sympathy struck her, and she gently caressed the stubble. Her voice sounded raspy from sleep. "Honey, it's time for a shave."

lan looked down and kissed her forehead softly, asking in a whisper, "Would you stop loving me if I had a beard?"

Clara chuckled, "No, it's just... I'm not used to it."

"I'll shave in a bit. Does your wound still hurt?"

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and murmured, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. As long as

up but realized his arm had been pinned under Clara

beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm

at that moment, the hospital room

in a pristine white coat, stood at the threshold, his gaze unblinkingly

injured,

shooting Chase

there a rule that even doctors should knock before

to check on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first thing in the morning to make sure

Clara, "Sasha, can you see? Clara's looking better. I even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't be that bad, right?" Clara's cheeks flushed as she looked at him. "Ian just lost

expression loaded with innuendo. "I see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the

chuckled from behind, "Since when did Sasha get the nickname

she's not like a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps at

did you two start nesting together? Last I remembered, you were