{Chapter: 242 Go to sleep!}
Qiu Wanxi couldn't help but feel sorry for Lin Yuan. After all, he had been sitting beside her hospital bed all day without rest. The least she could do was share the large bed with him. Besides, the bed was exceptionally spacious—one of those premium hospital suites designed exclusively for the wealthy.
That was one of the perks of being rich: even hospitalization came with five-star comforts. In fact, this hospital room was more luxurious than the apartment Qiu Wanxi used to live in.
With a soft and slightly bashful voice, she murmured, "Young Master… this bed is really big. Why don't you come lie down with me? It's more comfortable than that chair."
The invitation was spoken with both care and a hint of shyness.
Lin Yuan didn't hesitate. He stood up from the chair and made his way over to the other side of the bed without a word.
By now, Qiu Wanxi had already had her IV removed. She remained in the hospital only for observation and to avoid any unexpected complications following her operation. There was nothing stopping Lin Yuan from lying down beside her.
Even though Qiu Wanxi was the one who offered the invitation, watching Lin Yuan climb into bed beside her still made her cheeks flush with color. Her heart began to flutter like a caged bird.
"Y-Young Master…" she stammered softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her wide, watery eyes stared into his handsome face at such a close distance that she could feel the warmth of his breath.
She hadn't imagined that the day would come so soon when she would be able to lie side by side with Lin Yuan like this.
But Lin Yuan didn't let her finish speaking. He leaned in gently and kissed her lips, quieting her thoughts and melting her nervousness. The moment their lips met, a thin layer of mist shimmered across her clear eyes.
Still, Lin Yuan was mindful of her condition. He pulled back with a soft smile and whispered, "You've just had surgery. Don't overthink it. Just rest now."
Qiu Wanxi nodded obediently, though her heart raced like a drum. She was too shy to ask Lin Yuan to hold her, especially while still in a hospital bed—but just knowing he was right there beside her was enough to fill her chest with joy.
They pulled the same warm quilt over themselves, their bodies not quite touching at first. Lin Yuan was cautious, leaving a small gap between them so as not to disturb her recovery. Qiu Wanxi, modest by nature, didn't dare to close that gap… at least not immediately.
However, at some point in the quiet stillness of the night, her slender fingers gently brushed against Lin Yuan's hand. Whether it was deliberate or not, even she wasn't sure.
But Lin Yuan noticed. He reached out and held her hand in his.
A soft gasp escaped her lips. Though her cheeks burned with embarrassment, the warmth in her heart was even stronger.
She loved the comfort of his touch. She loved the quiet confidence in his presence. And she especially loved the subtle scent that lingered on his skin—it brought her peace.
Without even realizing it, she scooted closer and nestled against his chest.
Lin Yuan didn't resist. He wrapped his arms around her and held her with care, careful not to press too firmly against her healing body.
Qiu Wanxi sighed in satisfaction. Just this—just being in his arms—was more than enough. Her whole being felt safe, protected, and cherished.
And so, the two of them slept like that—quietly, warmly, and peacefully. No words were exchanged for the rest of the night.
Nothing happened between them, not in the usual romantic sense, but the intimacy they shared was deeper than words could express.
However, when the morning light filtered through the curtains the next day, something subtle had changed.
It wasn't awkwardness, per se, but a shift in the atmosphere—something slightly more charged.
There's a well-known truth between lovers: sometimes, no matter how close they are at night, nothing happens—either because one of them hesitates, or both simply want to rest.
But morning is different.
The early hours carry a strange magic. Perhaps it's the rejuvenated energy coursing through the body after sleep. Or maybe it's the softness of waking up beside someone you care about deeply.
And so, when Lin Yuan woke up and saw the gentle rise and fall of Qiu Wanxi's chest beside him, his lips curved into a playful smile.
He leaned closer and whispered with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Wanxi, shall we greet the morning together? Let's visit the Monkey King's palace… and witness him wield his golden staff."
Qiu Wanxi blinked sleepily, confused for a moment… and then her face flushed bright red as she understood the playful metaphor.
"Y-Young Master!" she gasped, burying her face in the quilt with a small squeal.
Lin Yuan laughed softly and stroked her hair. Morning had come—and with it, a little mischief, a little sweetness, and a whole lot of love.
Qiu Wanxi also nodded softly in agreement, her cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of pink. Although she felt nervous, she trusted Lin Yuan completely. The bond between them had deepened so quickly, yet so naturally, that being by his side—even in such an intimate moment—felt like something her heart had long yearned for.
As their breaths synchronized, they moved gently in rhythm with each other. The mood was tender, soft as morning dew, as if the two of them had stepped into a dream woven with warmth and vulnerability. Their bodies connected not only physically, but emotionally, and for a moment, it felt as if even the heavens were silent—watching over the pair who sought comfort in one another's embrace.
The mist outside the window thickened, slowly rising like clouds drifting over mountaintops at dawn, echoing the rising warmth within the room.
But just as the moment seemed to deepen, Qiu Wanxi's body shivered suddenly. Her fingers tensed, and she let out a low, sharp cry—not of pleasure, but of discomfort.
"Aah…!" she gasped, her voice laced with pain.
Lin Yuan instantly froze. His expression darkened with concern, his instincts overriding desire in a heartbeat. His brows furrowed as his gaze scanned Qiu Wanxi's face, searching for signs of distress.
This wasn't right. He knew her too well. Her sounds weren't from shyness or hesitation. There was something else—a real discomfort.
He quickly pulled back, his hand moving to her forehead, checking for fever or signs of strain. His fingers then gently touched her arm, tracing along her pulse.
Just as he feared, her body was reacting—not in passion, but in protest.
She had undergone surgery only the day before. Though her spirit was strong, and her affection clear, her physical body was still in a fragile state.
"No," Lin Yuan said firmly, his voice calm but decisive. "You just had an operation yesterday. It's too soon. Your body needs more time. We can't keep going."
Qiu Wanxi bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the tears that were beginning to form. Beads of sweat rolled down her temple, and her usually rosy cheeks had paled noticeably. Still, she tried to be brave, to act as though it didn't matter.
"Master…Wanxi's okay… it hurts a little, but I can bear it," she murmured, her voice trembling yet stubborn. Her eyes, though teary, were filled with longing—not just for intimacy, but to give herself to him, wholly and without restraint.
Lin Yuan leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to hers. "Silly girl," he whispered. "Even if you say you're okay, I won't let you push yourself. Be good for me. I need you healthy, not hurt."
"But… but Master, I don't want you to suffer either…" she whispered, almost inaudibly.
Lin Yuan gathered her into his arms without another word, holding her against his chest with a warmth that chased away her lingering fears. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of affection and strength. "If I say no, then it's no. You don't need to prove anything to me, Wanxi. Just rest, alright?"
"…Okay." Qiu Wanxi finally nodded, her face buried in his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
In truth, Lin Yuan felt torn. He did desire her, that much was obvious—but his affection ran deeper than his desires. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting her, not even by mistake. That silly, brave little lady who would do anything to please him, even at her own expense… she deserved better than that.
And so, even though his body still ached with longing, Lin Yuan chose restraint. Because love wasn't about taking—it was about protecting.
He sighed softly, brushing her messy hair away from her forehead, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Only a few more days. When your body is ready, we won't hold back, alright?"
Qiu Wanxi nodded quietly in his arms. "Wanxi promises… I'll give everything to the young master in three days. Everything."
"Good girl," Lin Yuan whispered, a soft smile forming on his lips. He admired her so deeply—not just for her beauty or devotion, but for the strength it took to smile through pain, to love selflessly, and to believe in someone so wholeheartedly.
But then, as Qiu Wanxi tilted her face up again, her eyes gleamed with a tinge of concern as she looked down at his hard rod pocking out of his boxers...
"But… Young Master… wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if you don't… release? Won't your body hurt like this?" she asked timidly, her voice full of genuine worry.
Lin Yuan chuckled lightly, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "I'm fine. It's not unbearable. As long as you're in my arms, that's enough for now."
Yet, Qiu Wanxi's brows still furrowed slightly. Her care for him was so deep that even the thought of him being uncomfortable made her uneasy.
Noticing her expression, Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment… then an idea flickered through his mind. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a faint, teasing smile.
"Actually…" he began slowly, as if weighing the thought. "There might be a solution—but only if you're willing. If not, it's completely fine. I don't want to make you feel pressured."
Qiu Wanxi's eyes lit up immediately. "What is it, Young Master? Please tell me. As long as it can help you feel better… Wanxi is more than willing to try!"
Lin Yuan leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, and smiled. "Well, it's something that doesn't require too much movement, and you won't strain yourself. But it's a little shy… you might blush."
Qiu Wanxi's face was already beginning to redden just from his tone, but she clenched her fists and nodded determinedly. "Wanxi will do it! As long as I can help the young master, I'm not afraid of anything!"
"Well if you say so then…"
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