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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As

realized his arm had been pinned under

his other arm braced their

moment, the hospital room door swung

stood at the threshold, his

lan! Clara's not just pregnant but also injured, and here you

shooting

a rule that even doctors should knock before entering a

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

out his phone and hitting record, he addressed 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

"I see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the case, Sasha, that little firecracker,

from behind, "Since when did Sasha get

like a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps at me, yet she gets pushed around on

nesting together? Last I remembered, you were just a