Wen Yan brought out a basin of water.
She stood by the hospital bed, her jade-like, delicate fingers reaching to undo the buttons of the man's hospital gown.
As the buttons were undone one by one, the man's solid and robust chest was revealed.
Wen Yan appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was screaming wildly.
[Gasp, I see the little sun.]
Si Moyan's handsome face darkened abruptly.
He instinctively reached to close his hospital gown.
But his hand stopped mid-air and withdrew.
His large hand clenched slightly into a fist, exerting extreme restraint and endurance.
He turned his head away, unwilling to engage with this female pervert.
Wen Yan, completely oblivious to the man's stormy expression, let her gaze sweep over his eight-pack abs.
The sexy V-line trailed down beneath his waistband.
[Such strong abs, gulp (swallows saliva~)]
The air conditioner was on in the room. After unbuttoning his gown, she remained motionless for a long moment, her beautiful fox-like eyes fixed intently on his chest and abs.
Si Moyan grew tense under her stare. "Are you done looking?"
Wen Yan snapped back to attention immediately. "Husband, you're truly well-built and amazing."
[Just thinking about how this great physique is something I, Wen Daji, will get to enjoy in the future, I'm so blissfully happy I could spin in circles.]
A vein throbbed at Si Moyan's temple.
Was she ever going to stop?
"Enough. Wipe my back."
Wen Yan promptly helped the man sit up from the hospital bed.
She lifted the back of his gown, looking at his long, straight spine.
From her angle, she could clearly see his sexy spinal groove and the dimples above his buttocks.
[Such a good back. It's a shame not to do cupping therapy on it.]
The veins on the back of Si Moyan's hand bulged slightly.
Wen Yan happily wiped his back while speaking in a soft, charming voice, "Husband, I suddenly feel like going on a trip."
Si Moyan, recalling how much she had recently helped him and the Si family, replied patiently, "Where do you want to go?"
"I'm thinking of a one-night tour into your blanket."
Si Moyan, "..."
He must be sick to even respond to her. She was never serious.
"Husband, my lips are a bit dry. Do you know why?"
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips together, refusing to answer.
Wen Yan answered her own question. "Probably because they're lacking kisses."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.
Even though he knew she was deliberately saying these things to tease him, and she didn't truly want him to kiss her, the memory of that moment when her lips had brushed against his that night made his throat feel dry.
Si Moyan rubbed his throbbing temple. "Wen Yan."
He called her by her full name.
Wen Yan blinked her big eyes. "What's wrong, husband?"
"Do you really think I'm Liu Xiahui (a saint)?"
The smile on Wen Yan's lips deepened. "Husband, are your hormones starting to stir?"
[Dabai, quick, look! Has the DNA in his body started moving for me?]
Has the aversion value dropped to zero?
Dabai: [Host, I regret to inform you, it has not.]
[Damn! I've laid it on this thick with my flirty talk, and he's still such a weakling. Is he impotent?]
[It's a shame that waist of his doesn't have a herniated disc.]
[May that lush head of black hair start balding early too!]
[May those eight-pack abs turn into a greasy potbelly!]
Si Moyan could no longer maintain his stern expression. He turned his head and shot Wen Yan a cold glare.
What a vicious woman!
Wen Yan shivered under his glare. "Husband, your back is done. Time to wipe the lower part now."
Even though he was utterly detestable for failing to lower the disgust level, in all fairness, his physique was truly perfect and beyond reproach.
His muscles were evenly proportioned, smooth, and full of strength, as if meticulously sculpted.
It's a shame he only has a year left to live.
"Husband, I'm going to take your pants off—" Just as Wen Yan's hand moved towards his trousers, the man's large hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her wrist.
"I'll do it myself."
Wen Yan smiled and blinked. "Can you manage?"
Si Moyan looked at her, her eyes sparkling and her aura overwhelmingly alluring. His gaze grew deep and dark. "Yes. You go out first."
Wen Yan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
As she spoke, she leaned slightly closer. Her wavy long hair brushed against his cheek and neck, causing a tantalizing itch.
Si Moyan's Adam's apple moved. "Out!"
Wen Yan didn't push it.
Not long after Wen Yan left, her phone on the bedside table rang.
Si Moyan put down the towel and picked up Wen Yan's phone to look.
It was an unknown number.
He was about to call her back in when his finger accidentally swiped the answer button.
A proud and captivating voice came from the other end. "Is this Wen Yan?"
Si Moyan remained silent.
"This is Huo Yanzhi. My father told me you were the one who saved me last time. Can I call you Little Yanyan from now on? Little Yanyan, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to ask you out—"
Before he could finish, an icy voice cut him off. "She's not free."
Huo Yanzhi was taken aback.
He checked his phone. His father said this was Wen Yan's number; it wasn't wrong.
Just as Huo Yanzhi was about to say something, Wen Yan, who had re-entered the room, snatched the phone from Si Moyan's hand.
"I didn't quite catch what you said just now. Say it again... Oh, you're that top idol Huo Yanzhi? I've seen your singing and dancing performances on stage. They're amazing. Sure, let's meet up sometime."
"The man who answered the phone just now?" Wen Yan glanced at Si Moyan, whose handsome face was dark and stormy, as if a layer of frost could be scraped off it. She curved her red lips. "Passerby A."
After the call ended, the air in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.
Wen Yan looked at the man who seemed like he wanted to devour her whole and found it somewhat amusing. "Husband, after we got our marriage certificate, didn't you warn me not to reveal our secret marriage outside? I said 'Passerby A.' You're not angry, are you?"
Si Moyan realized this woman always knew how to provoke his anger.
Could the past compare to now?
Hadn't a soul from another world taken over her body now?
"I also told you, during our marriage, you are not to cuckold me."
Wen Yan smiled radiantly. "Husband, I'm just meeting someone for a meal. We're not doing anything else. How did you jump to thinking about cuckoldry?"
[Even if I were to cuckold you, it would only be after I've completed my mission!]
Si Moyan, "..."
The next day.
Wen Yan had just finished breakfast in the hospital room when Si Yanli arrived.
Si Yanli handed her the transferred property deed. "Sister-in-law, we haven't added each other on WeChat yet!"
Wen Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.
[Right, right! How could I forget that adding someone on WeChat can lower the aversion value!]
She immediately added Si Yanli on WeChat.
Sure enough, Dabai's mechanical voice sounded:
[Ding. Aversion value reduced by 10. Current level: 28.]
Si Yanli looked at Wen Yan, hesitating to speak. He wanted to ask her what his other impending disaster was, but couldn't bring himself to ask directly.
Forget it. He'd interact with his sister-in-law more in the future. Maybe one day she'd just think about it.
Si Moyan watched as Wen Yan gradually won over his younger siblings. A touch of softness flashed in his dark, narrow eyes. "Wen Yan, come here."
Wen Yan stretched lazily and walked over unhurriedly. "Husband, what is it?"
Si Moyan opened the drawer, took out a black bag, and, with a stiff and awkward expression, tossed it onto Wen Yan.
Wen Yan saw the contents of the black bag, and her pupils dilated in shock.
"Honey, this is—"
