In the next moment, the man took steady strides toward them with his long legs. Huo Jingyuan rarely fell ill and only came to the hospital when he was seriously injured.
The nurses who had never seen Huo Jingyuan before were swooning.
Yu Qing nervously tugged at Wen Ci’s sleeve, trying to appear calm as she said, “It’s him, it’s him, it’s really him—the Living King of Hell of the Northwest Military Region!”
The reason she was so terrified of Huo Jingyuan was that when she first arrived, she had encountered him on the third floor. At that time, he was exuding a fierce aura, covered in blood, dragging a severely injured criminal with one hand.
Following the doctor’s code of saving lives, she had tried to intervene but was met with a furious rebuke. Since then, she had always avoided crossing paths with this Living King of Hell in the Northwest Military Region.
Wen Ci frowned. They had agreed on the three rules, so why was this dog of a man here now? She said coldly, “Sir, are you here to see a doctor or pick up medicine?”
Her eyes carried a hint of coldness, blatantly hinting that Huo Jingyuan should watch his words.
Huo Jingyuan ignored her. He didn’t speak, his eyelids slightly lowered, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at Wen Ci was filled with tender affection. Anyone could see his obvious intentions.
Wen Ci was caught off guard.
They had just agreed on the three rules this morning, and now he was…
Wen Ci sighed softly. As the clock struck the hour, she walked over to Huo Jingyuan’s side, both exasperated and helpless: “Why are you here?”
The man’s clear laughter reached her ears: “To take you home.”
Wen Ci turned and walked away, but after taking half a step, she stopped and gave Huo Jingyuan a resentful look: “You’re sleeping in the dorm tonight.”
“I…”
Huo Jingyuan silently followed Wen Ci at a distance of ten meters. As they approached home, he quickened his pace and caught up, calling out: “Ah Ci, I was wrong.”
Wen Ci stepped into the courtyard gate, using her entire body to block the entrance. She looked at the man’s slightly aggrieved expression and spoke unhurriedly:
“What were you wrong about?”
Huo Jingyuan’s eyes fixed on her. He raised his hand, and his rough fingertips gently brushed her cheek: “I was wrong for feeling possessive of you.”
His voice was deep and magnetic, and his dark eyes seemed to hold a small flame ready to ignite.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Jingyuan lowered his head and captured her lips.
He wanted to express his apology through action.
The man’s kissing skills had improved significantly, his hand caressing the back of Wen Ci’s head as he played with her long hair. He wasn’t satisfied with just a light peck. The thought of Wen Ci being admired by others made his actions grow more intense, and the atmosphere became heated.
Wen Ci sensed that the situation was getting a little out of hand. She pulled him inside the gate, closed it behind them, and said with a flushed face: “You’re this bold right at the doorstep?”
“Is it bold?”
“Isn’t it?!”
By now, Wen Ci’s anger had mostly subsided.
The words “possessiveness” coming from Huo Jingyuan’s mouth made Wen Ci feel quite satisfied. He had broken the three rules because he wanted to assert his dominance.
Wen Ci curled her lips: “I’ll forgive your recklessness today, but there can’t be a next time. You can come to the hospital to pick me up after work, but you need my permission first.”
“Then I’ll come again tomorrow?”
Wen Ci widened her eyes: “No!”
Wen Ci chose to ignore this question and walked into the living room to pour herself a glass of water. She asked curiously: “How did you get the nickname ‘Living King of Hell’?”
“It’s a nickname earned on the battlefield.”
Wen Ci frowned slightly.
Shouldn’t a nickname earned on the battlefield be something like “God of War”?
Wen Ci, who had killed countless zombies in the apocalypse, had been given the nickname: Goddess of War!
“How does ‘Living King of Hell’ relate to the battlefield?”
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