The Black-Bellied Young Master's Forced Love

  The first warm sunlight in the morning shines through the window into the sickroom, making everything look peaceful and cozy.

  Ke'er gazed at Ou Ya Si who had been lying in bed for three days, and the quiet Ou Ya Si showed no signs of waking up.

  Ke'er has been by his side for the past few days, unable to eat or sleep.

  Her face looked exhausted, making people feel heartbroken. She quietly came to Ouyang's side and sat down, gazing at the calm Ouyang, her hand couldn't help but touch his clean face, tears falling again.

  "Idiot, why are you working so hard to protect me? Don't you know that you'll die if you keep this up?"

  "Dummy, you're so greedy, having slept for so long, can't bear to wake up?" Ke'er choked with blame.

  "As long as you're happy, I'll do anything..."

  Ke'er grasped his unmoving hand tightly and said with a firm expression.

  "Is everything all right?" A familiar voice came into Ke'er's ears.

  "Hmm??" She looked around, but didn't see a shadow in the room that could speak human language.

  "Who's speaking? The voice sounds so familiar." Ke'er shook her head, thinking hard.

  "Is it going to be?"

  Ke'er's face was filled with astonishment as she trembled and gazed at Ouyang Shuo on the hospital bed.

  The man on the hospital bed had one eye open and the other closed in a line, with an expression that said "you guessed it".

  "You just said that as long as I'm good, you'll agree to anything, right?"

  Ouyang said seriously.

  He had actually woken up long ago, but was too lazy to open his eyes. As he rested peacefully, he had already heard the girl's soft murmurs.

  He gazed at this lovely little woman in front of him, his stunned face still wearing a hint of astonishment.

  She must have been very tired staying here all these days, her eyes were black like a cute giant panda, and the fatigue on her face and the confusion in her eyes made Oyas feel somewhat guilty.

  Xiao Yatou wronged you, Ouyang Ke felt heartbroken.

  Ke'er yuyan wú lún cì de zhī wǔ "nà... nà shén me..."

  Translation: Ke'er spoke incoherently, muttering "that... that something..."

  Before she could finish speaking, Oyas instinctively tightened his grip on Ke'er's slender hand, and a sudden surge of strength caused Ke'er to lose her balance.

  "Hmm..."

  In an instant, Mikayla threw herself heavily onto the man's sturdy chest.

  In an instant, waves of crimson surged up and overturned, flooding that tender face.

  Ke'er didn't dare to explore his eyes, her blushingly red face slightly lowered, but unintentionally reddened her own eyes.

  The three buttons on Ouyang Si's shirt were not buttoned up, revealing his full chest muscles at a glance, tempting her weak will.

  Ke'er's heart was racing again with anxiety, and she couldn't help but silently scold herself.

  Bad guy, why is your figure so good? Always tempting men like this won't do...

  Suddenly, Ouyang Zhen stretched out his powerful white hand and grasped Ke'er's chin.

  Ke'er slightly raised her painful head, but inadvertently fell into his gentle trap. His deep and clear eyes were filled with endless tenderness, which flowed slowly and rapidly into Ke'er's heart.

  A delicate face outlined a beautiful arc, and sexy lips squeezed out a few stunning words.

  "You're responsible for me!"

  "What? What?" Ke'er was so surprised she almost jumped up.