While getting an IV drip in the hospital, I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the handsome guy sitting across from me: [Oh my god, isn't that the girl on Lucas's lock screen?] [If I call Lucas right now, he'll come running, right?] [She's all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Lucas is going to be heartbroken.] The infusion room was crowded. I thought the handsome guy was talking about someone else. But then I realized... the person he was secretly filming with his phone was me? 1 Getting sick and having to go to the hospital alone for an IV drip is lonely. Watching the IV bag, afraid to fall asleep. Just when I was feeling most vulnerable and isolated, I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the handsome guy sitting across from me: [Oh my god, isn't that the girl on Lucas's lock screen?] [She's all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Lucas is going to be heartbroken when he finds out.] [If I call Lucas right now, he'll come running, right?] The infusion room was crowded. I assumed the guy was talking about someone else. Like any nosy bystander, I looked around to see who the lucky girl was. But then I realized... the person he was secretly filming with his phone was me? I wondered if I was just hallucinating because I was sick and fragile and wanted someone to be there. But then I heard his thoughts again. He had his head down, seemingly texting: [Lucas, look who I just ran into at the hospital.] [Is she the girl on your lock screen or what?] [She's in the infusion room all by herself. No one is with her.] [How should I know what she has?] [Anyway, she's alone.] [She looks so sleepy. She keeps almost dozing off.] [Then she jerks awake to check the IV bag.] [Is your heart breaking yet?] [Huh? You ask which hospital?] [Information this important costs money, bro.] [Five hundred bucks. Transfer it now.] [Not a cent less.] What? Five hundred bucks? Is he robbing people? I wanted to rush over and ask if I should get half of that. Ding-dong. It seemed the money arrived. The handsome guy shifted to a more excited posture. I continued to hear his thoughts: [Wow, Lucas, you're generous.] [I'll tell you. I'll tell you right now.] [City Memorial 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 go over and tell him: Instead of staring at me, why don't you help me stare at my IV bottle? I was so sleepy. I wanted to sleep, but I was afraid no one would call the nurse when the bag was empty. If blood flowed back or air got into the tube, it would be trouble. I closed my eyes and racked my brain, but I couldn't figure it out. Which "Lucas" had a crush on me? Until twenty minutes later. Someone suddenly pushed open the doors to the infusion room. He was wearing a black trench coat and looked incredibly handsome. His long legs were particularly eye-catching. Underneath, he wore a white shirt. His waist was snatched, radiating pure sexual tension. The most surprising thing was that face. It was too familiar! Peak visuals. Wasn't this my best friend’s younger brother, Lucas Sterling, who had emigrated abroad? Dead memories suddenly began to attack me. 2 Six years ago, in the heat of summer. My apartment complex had a power outage. Not being able to use the AC at night was lethal. I complained on Instagram: [Is this power outage trying to kill me with heat?] My best friend, Sophia, called me from abroad and told me to go stay at her place. Since she was out of the country, her apartment was empty anyway. I drove to her place immediately. I turned on the AC and fell fast asleep on Sophia's bed. But I woke up in the middle of the night to find someone lying next to me. I was terrified. I turned on the light and saw a face so handsome it should be illegal. Great pecs, defined abs, and even more sculpted V-lines! His skin was fair. Just looking at him could cause a nosebleed. But his face was flushed from drinking, and he wouldn't wake up no matter how I shook him. Of course, I recognized him immediately. It was Sophia's handsome little brother. He was only eighteen, a fresh-faced boy, but without clothes, he was built. One look made the blood rush; it was practically inducing a crime. The brat must have been drunk. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, completely unaware there was someone in the bed. What should I do? Sophia's apartment was a one-bedroom. There was no other room. And the living room didn't have AC. There was no way I was giving up the room. I wanted to kick him off the bed and make him sleep on the floor. But no matter how hard I kicked, he wouldn't budge. I closed my eyes, angry and unsure what to do. Suddenly, the brat turned over. A pair of warm, domineering, wine-scented lips... Caught me off guard and pressed against mine. I froze instantly, my mind going blank. Who would have thought I would be molested in the middle of the night by a handsome brother five years my junior? I was about to shout and wake him up. But as soon as I opened my mouth, his slippery tongue slipped right in. I was completely stunned, my blood flowing backward. I opened my eyes wide and saw his tightly closed eyes. His eyelashes were longer than mine. With his eyes closed, they looked like crescent moons. His breath sprayed onto my face. Hot, numbing, and itching at my heart. I had never had such a huge emotional fluctuation in my life. I should have been angry and ashamed, but my heart beat faster 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 caught by him. The brat wasn't in a hurry. If he couldn't catch it, he just sucked on my mouth bit by bit. The tip of his tongue touched the roof of my mouth. I felt like I was being electrocuted, wave after wave, unbearable. A thought actually popped into my head: This feels too good. Crazy! My mood rose and fell, my brain 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 I was being teased by my best friend's little brother until I couldn't stop. I was battling myself, dizzy and flustered. Even though I couldn't stand the soft touch... In the end, my tongue couldn't help but touch his. My heart was about to jump out of my throat. I felt completely insane. In the quiet night, I was hot all over, sweating profusely. Later, when I thought back on it, I couldn't remember clearly. Only the burning sensation remained vivid in my memory. Later still, the brat probably had enough of teasing me and fell asleep soundly beside me. But I— My heart was still making huge waves, unable to calm down. I stayed awake all night. At 5 AM, before the brat sobered up, I fled. 3 If only it was just that one accident. But half a month later, Sophia suddenly called me: "Chloe, did you touch the security cameras when you were at my place last time?" My head buzzed. "You have cameras in your house?" Sophia said, "I'm abroad. Of course I installed cameras in my empty apartment. I decided to check them today on a whim and found that all the recordings were normal, except for the night you stayed over. That night was deleted." My scalp went numb. Did her brother delete it? Did he wake up the next day, check the surveillance, find out we did indescribable things, and destroy the evidence? My heart jumped into my throat. I had to clarify this. "Do you have cameras in every room?" Sophia affirmed, "Yes, everywhere except the bathroom. But that night, the footage from every room was wiped clean. I'm not blaming you, I just want to be sure. If it wasn't you, it might be a hacker, and if they copied videos of you sleeping, that would be big trouble." I jumped up in shock. Before her brother deleted the video, did he make a copy for himself? I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. And I couldn't ask Sophia to ask her brother. It was truly suffering in silence. I could only brush Sophia off: "Um, ah, haha, you caught me. Not a hacker. I deleted it. Didn't want you to see my elegant sleeping posture." Sophia laughed on the other end. "Get out of here. As long as it's not a hacker. I opened the video to delete it for you anyway, so it's fine." I was anxious for a while after hanging up. Afraid her brother would come looking for me. Luckily, nothing happened. Over time, I forgot about that night. Only occasionally, when seeing kissing scenes in dramas, would I recall the indescribable beauty of that night. Blushing, I'd secretly reminisce. Feeling ashamed, I'd quickly stop. Occasionally, chatting with Sophia, I'd inadvertently hear updates about her brother. I always paid attention carefully but dared not ask too much. I didn't expect to see him again in the infusion room six years later. Lucas walked quickly toward me. No, accurately speaking, he walked quickly toward the handsome guy opposite me. As if discovering me by accident. His expression was surprised and shocked: "Chloe? Why are you getting an IV here alone? "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want a hand warmer?" As he spoke, he took a hand warmer out of his bag and placed it under my wrist. After an hour of infusion, my wrist was frozen stiff. The sudden hot water bag was my savior. He leaned lazily on the empty seat next to me, his profile deep and handsome. Sophia said he started taking over the family business after graduating last year. Only back for a year, and the projects he took over had already doubled the company's profits. Sophia's dad praised his son to everyone. Truly, a newborn calf isn't afraid of tigers. The aura of a young heir was strong, making one's heart tingle. Especially knowing this brat had a crush on me, it added a filter. I stared straight at him, unexpectedly making his ears turn red. The black trench coat made him look noble and composed. But it couldn't hide the chaos in his eyes: "Chloe... is there something on my face?" I held back a laugh and shook my head: "No, just thought it was too coincidental." 4 The handsome guy opposite also greeted me with feigned surprise: "Hahaha, isn't it a coincidence? "So this sister knows Lucas. I'm Asher, Lucas's buddy. "Sister, I saw you were super sleepy just now. If you're really tired, just sleep. Lucas can watch the IV bottle for you. "I called Lucas to keep me company. Didn't expect him to meet an acquaintance here. Anyway, keeping company for one is the same as for two. "Right, Lucas?" "Mm. It's no trouble. Chloe, go ahead and sleep." I sneezed, and Lucas immediately took off his coat and covered me with it: "Chloe, is this warmer?" The coat, still retaining his body heat, instantly reminded me of that indescribable night six years ago. It was killing me; my heart lost its rhythm. I could only close my eyes, desperately telling myself to be calm. But I couldn't calm down. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, floating in the air. I couldn't believe this brat had a crush on me. His friend's inner thoughts came again: [Lucas, what are you being shy for? Can't you see Chloe needs a pillow? Offer your shoulder!] [Who cares if she has a boyfriend? Why can't the latecomer win? Just fight for it!] [So what if you're five years younger? If you don't pursue her, how do you know she doesn't like younger guys? Arrogant, restrained, possessive, clingy younger brother—what sister doesn't love that?] [Younger guys need to be sweet with their words.] [Like when her IV is done, you offer to take her home, then pin her in the elevator and say:] [Sister, you are my ideal type.] [Sister, can't it be me?] [Sister, I only 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 property?] [Sister, can I bully you from below?] [Sister, touch my abs.] Help. Who understands? I was dead tired but couldn't sleep. My brain was filled with Lucas pinning me in the elevator, saying those lines in a magnetic, seductive voice. Nothing happened, but I was already having an intracranial orgasm. I swallowed hard. I was actually looking forward to it a little. I couldn't imagine how good my ears would feel if Lucas really pinned me in the elevator, pressed against my ear, and said those flirting words in his deep voice. Single since birth, I couldn't handle even a little stimulation. I peeked through my eyelids. Unexpectedly, I found Lucas staring at my face thoughtfully. Struggling with something in his eyes. Catching me opening my eyes, his gaze dodged faster than mine. But the next second, he actively closed the distance and offered his shoulder: "Chloe, I'll lend you my shoulder to sleep on." Before I could refuse, his long arm reached over, pressing my drowsy head onto his shoulder. His movement was fast and decisive, and very righteous: "When my sister got IVs before, she always leaned on my shoulder. "With me, you get the same treatment as my sister. "Otherwise, if she knows I met you at the hospital but didn't take good care of you, she won't let me off." I tried to pretend to be calm and reserved: "I'm really too sleepy, so I won't be polite. Thank you, Lucas." Lucas pretended to be even calmer than me: "It's nothing, I should do it. "I didn't come specifically to be your pillow, just happened to meet you." I smiled without speaking. If I hadn't heard his friend's thoughts. I almost believed this accidental encounter.
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