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Wen Yiyan looked at the foolish woman in front of him, a glint flashed across his eyes, and following his hand gesture, he pulled her face over, aimed at her softness, and sealed her once again.

This kiss disintegrated all the thoughts that had just formed in the woman's mind.

Unlike the previous game of chase, this time, Fan Xing put down his grudge and did not retreat, allowing him to cause trouble in her mouth.

He had been gentle and slow in the beginning, but now, he had been strong and forceful. He had allowed the woman in his arms to slowly melt under his storm attacks bit by bit.

Wen Yiyan leaned his body over, pressing her down on the sofa.

The surroundings were filled with a sense of warmth and ambiguity. If he advanced another step, he would reach heaven.

Looking at the incomparably shy woman in front of him, Wen Yiyan fell into depravity.

She was his wife, a person he valued dearly.

Then why not make her his woman?

After all … He had resisted for so long, had struggled for so long, and she had forced him to sink deeper and deeper into the ground.

Since that was the case, he might as well not do anything at all — he wanted her.

Those who had her occupied her heart.

He gently closed his eyes and obeyed.

The air was getting hotter.

A phone's ringtone interrupted his action, causing Wen Yiyan to furrow her brows, she was a little vexed.

He lightly pecked Fan Xing's flushed little face, stroked her hair, and pressed his forehead against hers as he said hoarsely: "I'm going to pick up a call."

The woman's voice was soft and her eyes were cloudy, "Yes."

Wen Yiyan sat up, and reached out to take the phone that was just placed on the table.

He pressed the answer button: "Chief Huang."

The voice of the Chief Huang came out from the phone with a faster speed, "One sentence, the hospital has sent an emergency thoracic medicine department, they can't be arranged, I need your help."

Wen Yiyan lowered her eyes, her voice returning to its usual tranquility, "Alright, I'll go over now."

After he retracted his thread, he turned around and looked at Fan Xing, "There's something I need to do at the hospital, I need to go back."

The woman looked at him. The man grabbed her arm with both hands and said softly, "It might be very late. Don't wait for me. Sleep first, huh?"

With doubts in his heart, he was afraid that her anger had not yet subsided. He could only stubbornly look at her, waiting for her response.

"Alright."

Fan Xing was still a little confused and not very clear. It would be good if he left now so she could slowly calm her thoughts.

Wen Yiyan was still a little worried, and stared at her steadily.

Fan Xing sat up, her soft hands holding onto the back of his hand tightly. She raised her head and bared her fangs at him, "I'm fine, I'm serious.

Actually, Fan Xing's heart was already filled with sweetness a long time ago. From the moment he said that he liked her, to the moment she had even figured out the truth of it, her heart had already been covered by a layer of winter honey, sweet to the core.

After confirming that she was really not angry, Wen Yiyan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said: "Okay." He squeezed her face again, then got up and took his keys and left.

After Fan Xing watched Wen Yiyan leave, his gaze fell on the door for a few seconds, before he retracted the smile on his face.

She lowered her eyes, crossed her legs, clasped her hands together, and buried her head between her knees, in a gesture of self-embrace.

It was not like there were no doubts, he had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the topic regarding Shen Zilin.

During that period of time when he had no longer had her, a girl had broken into his heart, and soon after, he had come back and married her for an unknown reason.

But he said he liked her.

Since he said so, she believed him.

Wen Yiyan would never lie.

In addition —

If the person he married was her, did that mean he loved her more than the girl?

Thinking till this point, Fan Xing raised his big head that was between his knees. His big eyes had a tinge of light, and the corner of his mouth which was raised high, revealed her good mood.

That was all, she didn't mind.

From today onwards, she would be a good husband and wife with Yue Mu and Wen Yiyan.

It had only been before, but she would be fine in the future.

The next day.

After Fan Xing got up, he realized that her husband had not come back yet.

It was probably because the operation was performed very late, even to the point of dawn.

The woman's heart ached.

Although both of them were doctors, they were of different natures.

She is mainly to solve the psychological problems, as long as slowly understand the psychological state of the patient, give the appropriate treatment plan, progressive, until the patient recovery.

His job, on the other hand, was to stand on the operating table with a knife in his stomach.

Furthermore, most of the time, it takes several hours for an operation to be performed from beginning to end. Under special circumstances, it can take up to a dozen hours.

In order to reward her for working all night and for not being able to come back to her husband, Fan Xing specially went to the kitchen to cook two of his favorite dishes. He carefully placed them in a thermal container and waited for him to come back before eating them.

After finishing all these, Fan Xing ate a simple breakfast and went to work.

By the time he reached the mental hospital, Jiang Ke was already sitting in his office looking at cases.

"Senior Jiang, it's morning." Fan Xing greeted Jiang Ke with a smile.

"Morning." Jiang Ke looked up at Fan Xing, replied him, and then lowered his head and continued to study the case in his hands.

Fan Xing returned to his seat and put down the things in his hands. He picked up the case file and walked over to Jiang Ke's side to continue the discussion.

Fan Xing looked at the medical records of the past few days that were in Jiang Ke's hands. "Senior Brother Jiang, yesterday, it looks like Ms. Wei's condition has improved a lot."

"On the surface, it seems to be true, but it doesn't mean that there is an unexpected situation. Many hysterical patients are no different from ordinary people when they don't have an illness, but under some kind of emotional stimulation, the patients might suddenly explode, so we have to take precautions."

Once he entered the working state, Jiang Ke would be extremely strict with his work.

In Fan Xing's opinion, this was an expression of his responsibility to his patients and to himself.

"Mm …" Just as Fan Xing wanted to reply, he was interrupted by a nurse who anxiously ran in, "Doctor Jiang, Ms. Wei is in trouble."

Jiang Ke stood up immediately and followed along.