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“Secretary Wang got the magazine, right? Shall I come to your company to get it from her tomorrow?” Lin Gantang said, naturally turning to the side and bending her head to fasten a button.

Under the white garment, the enchanting curves were half hidden, seductive without her knowledge.

Wen Yanqing’s mouth was dry, and he covered his nose.

Lin Gantang, not receiving his answer, turned her head to look at him with much confusion, “Why are you covering your nose? Are you not feeling well?”

Lin Gantang was a bit worried and found it even stranger when she saw him twisting his body. She climbed onto the bed to kneel beside him and pulled his hand, “Let me have a look?”

“It’s nothing.” Wen Yanqing didn’t let go.

“Let me see,” Lin Gantang insisted.

Her light fragrance drilled straight into his nostrils, and the unbuttoned clothes couldn’t conceal everything, sending myriad charms straight into his eyes.

Wen Yanqing’s heart grew more restless, his gaze became deep and dark, and his Adam’s apple rolled continuously. A trace of crimson slowly flowed from beneath his hand.

“Nosebleed?”

Lin Gantang was startled and hurried to get a tissue.

Her tender white legs flashed before his eyes, and Wen Yanqing felt the blood from his nose flow even more fiercely.

Lin Gantang brought over the tissue, and Wen Yanqing struggled to move his gaze away, daring not to look at her again.

“How can you suddenly have a nosebleed when you were fine?” Lin Gantang was concerned.

“Maybe,” Wen Yanqing said hoarsely, “the air is too dry.”

“Dry?” It was summer now, and it had rained a few times at night.

Wen Yanqing’s gaze wandered, “And I feel a bit overheated.”

“No wonder,” Lin Gantang was convinced now.

It took a while for Wen Yanqing’s bleeding to stop, and Lin Gantang used a wet towel to wipe away the blood on his chin and hands. When she lifted her head and asked curiously, “Why are you closing your eyes?”

“… To feel your tenderness.” I’m afraid I’ll bleed again if I keep looking.

Lin Gantang laughed with a snort.

After she finished wiping, she noticed that her white shirt was also stained, so she got up to fetch a new one from the wardrobe, unbuttoning and taking off the stained one.

Wen Yanqing felt the blood inside him almost stir again and quickly shifted his gaze away.

The night deepened.

After Lin Gantang took care of various chores, before bed, she took Wen Yanqing’s hand to check it and, noticing his nails had grown long, found a nail clipper to help him trim them.

By now, the restlessness in Wen Yanqing’s heart had subsided as he watched her careful movements with lowered eyebrows.

Once Wen Yanqing’s vision was restored, he saw each of her caring gestures, everything she did for him was heartfelt and diligent.

He quietly watched Lin Gantang’s focused expression, his heart sinking into her tenderness.

He wanted to speak about his eyesight, but Lin Gantang had finished trimming his nails and, holding his hand, kissed the back of his hand, “All done, baby.”

Her eyes shone with light, from the initial shallow fondness to the now dense love.

The obvious affection made Wen Yanqing’s mind reel, and heat spread through his chest.

He held back the words he was about to say.

Ever since he became blind, Lin Gantang had given him more care and protection than all the days before, and Wen Yanqing knew he had sunk into her love, unable to extricate himself.

He was a bit greedy, having received the happiness he had never dared to imagine before, and his selfishness tempted him to swallow all the words he had prepared.

“Shall we sleep?” He lowered his eyes, afraid she would notice the insatiable greed in them.

“Okay.” Lin Gantang embraced him, lying down with him, and kissed the corner of his mouth, “Good night, dear.”

Wen Yanqing said softly, “Good night, wife.”

Lin Gantang’s eyes widened; then she touched her slightly hot ears, feeling utterly flustered.