I was hooked up to an IV in the infusion room when I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the hot guy sitting across from me: [Oh my God, isn't that the woman on Liam's lock screen?] [If I call Liam right now, he'll rush over in a heartbeat, won't he?] [She's all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Liam's gonna be heartbroken.] The infusion room was crowded. I thought the hot guy was talking about someone else. Little did I know, the person he was secretly taking photos of was actually me. 1 Being alone in the hospital while sick, hooked up to an IV, is lonely. I was staring at the drip, afraid to fall asleep. Just when I felt most vulnerable and lonely, I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the hot guy sitting opposite me: [Oh my God, isn't that the woman on Liam's lock screen?] [She's all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Liam's gonna be heartbroken if he finds out.] [If I call Liam right now, he'll rush over in a heartbeat, won't he?] The infusion room was packed with people. I assumed he was talking about someone else and looked around curiously like any other bystander. But then, I realized the person he was secretly photographing with his phone was me. I wondered if I was hallucinating because I was sick and fragile, craving company. Then I heard his thoughts again. He had his head down, seemingly texting: [Liam, look who I ran into at the hospital.] [Is she the woman on your lock screen?] [She's all alone in the infusion room. No one's with her.] [How would I know what she's sick with?] [Anyway, no one's keeping her company.] [She looks so sleepy, almost dozing off a few times.] [But she keeps jolting awake to check the IV bag.] [Is your heart breaking into pieces right now?] [Huh? You're asking which hospital?] [Information this important costs money, you know.] [Five hundred bucks. Transfer now.] [Not a cent less or I won't tell you.] What? Five hundred dollars? Is he robbing someone? I wanted to rush over and ask him if I should get a cut of that money. Ding-dong. It seemed the money arrived. The hot guy shifted to a more excited sitting position. I continued to hear his thoughts: [Wow, Liam, you're so generous.] [I'll tell you, I'll tell you right now.] [City General Hospital, second floor, Adult Infusion Room.] [Hurry up, waiting for you.] [Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her for you.] I really wanted to walk over and tell him: Instead of staring at me, why don't you help me stare at my IV bottle? I was so sleepy, wanting to sleep but afraid no one would call the nurse when the IV finished. It would be trouble if blood flowed back or air got into the line. I closed my eyes, racking my brain, but couldn't figure it out. Which "Liam" had a crush on me? Until twenty minutes later. Someone pushed open the doors of the infusion room. He was incredibly handsome in a black trench coat, his long legs particularly eye-catching. Underneath, he wore a white shirt, hinting at a toned waist, full of sexual tension. What surprised me most was that face—it was too familiar! Peak visual perfection. Wasn't this my best friend Sarah's younger brother, Liam Thorne, who had emigrated abroad? Dead memories suddenly began to attack me. 2 Six years ago, in the scorching heat of summer. My neighborhood had a power outage. Not being able to use the AC at night was torture. I posted on Instagram complaining: [Is this power outage trying to kill me with heat?] My best friend Sarah, who was abroad, called me and told me to stay at her place. Since she was overseas, her apartment here was empty anyway. I drove to her place immediately. I turned on the AC and fell asleep on her bed. Who knew I would wake up in the middle of the night to find someone lying next to me. I was startled. Turning on the light, I saw a face so handsome it was infuriating. Great pecs, defined abs, and even more sculpted V-lines! Crucially, his skin was fair; one look could cause a nosebleed. But his face was flushed from drinking, and he wouldn't wake up no matter how I called him. Of course, I recognized him instantly. It was Sarah's handsome younger brother. He was only eighteen, looking like a fresh-faced boy, but undressed, he was so built. One look was enough to make blood rush, too tempting to commit a crime. The little brat was probably drunk. He slept like a log, unaware there was someone else on the bed. What should I do? Sarah's apartment was a one-bedroom; there were no other rooms. And the living room didn't have AC. I wasn't going to give up the bedroom. I wanted to kick him off the bed and make him sleep on the floor. But no matter how I kicked, I couldn't move him. Just as I closed my eyes, fuming and unsure what to do. Suddenly, the brat turned over. A warm, domineering pair of sexy lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol. Unexpectedly pressed against mine. I was instantly stunned, my mind going blank. Who would have thought I'd be molested in the middle of the night by a handsome brother five years my junior. I was about to scold him, shout him awake. As soon as I opened my mouth, his slippery tongue dove right in. I was completely dumbfounded, blood rushing backward throughout my body. My eyes widened abruptly, seeing his closed eyes and brows. His eyelashes were longer than mine. Eyes closed, they looked beautiful like inverted moons. His breath sprayed on my face. Hot, a bit tingling, and a bit ticklish. I hadn't experienced such emotional fluctuation in my entire life. I should have been angry out of embarrassment, but my heart raced uncontrollably. The brat swept through my mouth drunkenly. I was so scared I completely forgot how to react normally. My tongue dodged everywhere, not wanting to be entangled by him. The brat wasn't in a hurry. If he couldn't entangle, he sucked my mouth bit by bit. His tongue tip touched the roof of my mouth. I felt like I was hit by electric currents, wave after wave, unbearable. My brain actually produced a feeling: too enjoyable. Crazy! My mood fluctuated wildly, my mind a mess. No matter how crazy he acted, I couldn't let him mess around like this! I had never kissed anyone in my life. Now teased by my best friend's little brother to the point of being unable to stop, a battle between heaven and humanity, dizzy, in chaos. Clearly couldn't stand this soft touch. In the end, my tongue couldn't help but want to touch his. My heart was about to jump out of my throat. Felt I was incredibly crazy. In the quiet night, I was hot all over, sweating profusely. Later, when I recalled it, I never remembered it clearly, only the burning sensation was deeply etched in my memory. Later still, the brat probably had enough of molesting me and fell asleep soundly beside me, while I— My heart still surged with huge waves, unable to calm down. Even sleepless all night. At 5 AM, before the brat sobered up, I fled. 3 If only that was the sole accident. But half a month later, Sarah suddenly called me: "Momo, did you touch the surveillance cameras in my house when you stayed over?" My head buzzed: "You have cameras in your house?" Sarah said, "I'm abroad; of course, I need cameras for the empty apartment here. Today I checked them on a whim and found all recordings normal, except the night you stayed over—it was deleted." My scalp went numb. Did her brother delete it? Did he check the surveillance the next day, discover we did indescribable things, and destroy the evidence? My heart leapt to my throat. I had to ask clearly. "Did you install cameras in every room?" Sarah affirmed, "Yes, except for the bathroom, everywhere else has cameras. But that night, the recordings from every room were wiped clean. I'm not blaming you; I just want to clarify. If it wasn't you, but a hacker intrusion copying videos of you sleeping, that would be big trouble." I jumped up in shock. Before deleting the video, did her brother make a copy for himself? I wished I could find a hole to crawl into. And I couldn't ask Sarah to question her brother about this. Truly suffering in silence. I could only perfunctorily tell Sarah: "Um, ah, haha, you caught me. Not a hacker, I deleted it. Didn't want you to see my elegant sleeping posture." Sarah laughed and scolded on the other end: "Get lost. As long as it's not a hacker. I was going to delete it for you anyway, so never mind." I was anxious for a while after hanging up. Afraid her brother would come looking for me. Fortunately, nothing happened later. Over time, I forgot about that night. Only occasionally, seeing kissing scenes in dramas. Would trigger the memory of that indescribable beauty of that night. Blushing, secretly savoring it. Feeling ashamed, then quickly stopping. Occasionally chatting with Sarah, unintentionally hearing about her brother's recent situation. I always paid careful attention but dared not ask too much. I didn't expect to see him again in the infusion room six years later. Liam walked quickly towards me. No, accurately speaking, he walked quickly towards the hot guy opposite me. As if discovering me by accident. His expression was surprised and astonished: "Sister Monica? Why are you getting an IV here alone? "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want a hand warmer?" As he spoke, he took out a hand warmer from his bag and placed it under my wrist. After an hour of infusion, my wrist was already frozen stiff. The sudden appearance of the hot water bag was simply my savior. He leaned lazily on the empty seat next to me, his profile deep and handsome. Heard from Sarah that he started taking over the family business after graduating last year. Only back in the country for a year, the projects he took over had doubled the company's profits. Sarah's dad praised his son to everyone. Indeed, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. The aura of a young heir was full, making one's heart tingle. Especially knowing this little brat had a crush on me, adding another filter. I stared straight at him, unexpectedly making his ears red. The black trench coat set off his nobility and calmness. But it couldn't hide the turmoil in his eyes: "Sister Monica, is there something on my face?" I held back laughter and shook my head: "No, just think it's too coincidental." 4 The hot guy opposite also pretended to be surprised and greeted me: "Hahaha, isn't it coincidental? "So this sister knows Liam. I'm Zach, Liam's bro. "Sister, I saw you were sleepy just now. If you're really sleepy, why don't you take a nap? Let Liam watch the IV bottle for you. "I called Liam to accompany me. Didn't expect Liam to meet an acquaintance in the infusion room. Anyway, accompanying one is accompanying, accompanying two is also accompanying. "Right, Liam?" "Mn, piece of cake. Sister Monica, just sleep." I just sneezed, and Liam took off his coat and covered me with it: "Sister Monica, will this be warmer?" The coat retaining his body heat instantly reminded me of that indescribable night six years ago. It was killing me; my heart had lost its rhythm. I could only close my eyes, desperately telling myself to calm down. But my mood couldn't calm down, floating in the air like a roller coaster. I couldn't believe it—the little brat actually had a crush on me? The inner voice from across came again: [Liam, why are you being reserved? Didn't you see Sister Monica dozing off needing a pillow? Offer your shoulder for her to lean on.] [Who cares if she has a boyfriend? Why can't latecomers take the lead? Isn't everyone fighting and grabbing and acting tea-like anyway?] [So what if you're five years younger? If you don't pursue, how do you know she doesn't like younger guys? A proud, restrained, obsessive, clingy younger brother—which sister doesn't love that?] [Younger guys need to have a sweet mouth.] [Like when sister finishes her IV, take the chance to drive her home, then pin her in the elevator and say:] ["Sister, you are my ideal type."] ["Sister, can't it be me?"] ["Sister, I just want to date you, I'm going crazy thinking about it."] ["Sister, I'll listen to you from now on."] ["Sister, can I be your private property?"] ["Sister, can I bully you disrespectfully?"] ["Sister, touch my abs."] Help, who understands? Sleepy as hell but can't sleep. Mind full of Liam pinning me in the elevator, saying those lines one by one with a magnetic, alluring tone. Clearly nothing happened, but I've already had a mental orgasm. Couldn't help swallowing. Actually looking forward to it a little. Dare not imagine if Liam really pinned me in the elevator, close to my ear, saying those flirting words with his deep voice, how good my ears would feel. Single since birth for years, I can't stand even a little stimulation. I secretly lifted my eyelids. Unexpectedly found Liam staring at my face thoughtfully. Seemingly struggling with something in his eyes. Discovering I opened my eyes, his eyes dodged faster than mine. But the next second, he actively closed the distance and offered his shoulder: "Sister Monica, I'll lend you my shoulder to lean on and sleep." Before I could refuse, his long arm reached over, pressing my sleepy head onto his shoulder. The action was fast, decisive, and very righteous: "Before when my sister was sick getting an IV, she had to lean on my shoulder. "With me, you get the same treatment as my sister. "Otherwise, if my sister finds out I met you in the hospital but didn't take good care of you, she definitely won't let me off." I tried hard to pretend to be calm and reserved: "I'm really too sleepy, so I won't be polite. Thank you, Liam." Liam pretended to be calmer than me on the surface: "Piece of cake, as it should be. "I didn't come specifically to be your pillow, just happened to meet." I smiled without speaking. If I hadn't heard the hot guy's thoughts opposite me. I almost believed this unexpected encounter.
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