Huo Yuanchen threw Wen Li onto the bed, with one foot on the carpet and the other leg half-kneeling to hold down her arm. He lowered his head and looked at her silently for a while, then began to unbutton her clothes without saying a word.

Wen Li was unwilling to cooperate and whined, "Professor Huo, my waist hurts."

Huo Yuanchen hummed, casually pulled out a pillow and placed it under her waist, then took off her clothes from under her body, and slowly unhooked her bra.

After untying it, he was no longer in a hurry and threw the bag of things to her.

"Put it on," he said, unbuttoning his leather buckle.

Wen Li slowly stood up and took the things out, but almost fell over in anger.

It was a nurse's uniform, but not the formal kind worn in hospitals. It had a deep V-neckline, a nipped waist, and only a tiny bit of hem. The fabric was so thin that it was almost translucent.

She didn't need to try it on to know how hot she would feel in it.

"I don't want other people's things." Wen Li threw the nurse's uniform back.

Huo Yuanchen met her by chance today, and he was busy taking care of An Wen, so he couldn't have time to prepare such love and fun things. She guessed that he bought it for An Wen, and gave it to her before she had time to wear it.

Huo Yuanchen took off his pants and threw the clothes back, "I bought it for you. Besides you, who else can be so wild?"

Wen Li took it and looked at it again, and it was indeed her size.

“When did you buy it?”

"When I picked up the car, it was in front of the hospital."

He thought Wen Li was too slow, so he came over to help her put on her clothes.

Wen Li was reluctant to cooperate. "Even if I put it on, you'll tear it off anyway. Don't bother. Hurry up. I'm tired."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Wen Li's eyes met Huo Yuanchen's. He looked at her calmly and said word by word, "It won't be fast."

Her waist hurt so much that it still hurt even with two pillows. When Huo Yuanchen pressed down on her, she trembled in pain and couldn't help wanting to cry.

"Don't..." She had just said one word when she was interrupted by Huo Yuanchen.

He lowered his head, kissed her collarbone, and said vaguely, "Pruitt has an ingredient, and the stock is running low."

Wen Li's body stiffened. She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was afraid of upsetting him, so she spoke softly, "What do you mean? Professor Huo, I don't quite understand."

Huo Yuanchen laughed softly, then he applied force on his lips and sucked hard on the soft flesh on her neck.

Wen Li couldn't help but screamed.

He was very satisfied and licked the red mark he had just left with the tip of his tongue.

After a long time, it stopped.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned her nurse's uniform. The temperature in the room had not yet risen, it was very cold, Wen Li shivered and subconsciously wanted to hide in a warm place.

Huo Yuanchen refused. He held her under him and stripped her slowly, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Wen Li was so anxious that he stopped pretending and asked him anxiously, "You mean, Pratt, there's nothing left?"

Huo Yuanchen curled the corners of his lips and said meaningfully, "It's not that we don't have it, but there aren't many left. There are still a few powerful people in Hai City who want this medicine, so we have to keep it for them."

Wen Li felt even bleaker. This was a scarce drug that was hard to buy even with money, and there were so many people ahead of her in the queue, so her chances of getting it were slim.

"Can't we just give birth again?" Wen Li refused to give up.

"It's hard to say. The raw materials are monopolized by foreign pharmaceutical companies, so it's not that easy."

Wen Li felt uncomfortable and in a bad mood, and because of the injury on his waist, he was not as cooperative as usual.

Huo Yuanchen did it quickly and felt sweaty but not satisfied. He couldn't find the previous fun.

He also lost interest in Wen Li.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw Wen Li still in the same state as before, with his clothes disheveled and his eyes staring at the ceiling in a daze.

That look really has a kind of broken beauty.

He walked over, threw a box of medicine on her, and looked down at her with mocking and cold eyes, as if he was looking at a clown.

"From now on, there will be no such price."

His tone was distant, as if he was treating their relationship as a transaction.

When he turned around, Wen Li sat up despite the pain in her waist and hugged him from behind.

"Don't go."

Her head rested on his back, her eardrums pounding, she didn't know whose heartbeat it was.

She spoke in a hoarse voice, tangled and desperate, "What should I do? Huo Yuanchen, tell me, what should I do? What should I do so that you are willing to continue giving me medicine?"

Huo Yuanchen turned around, raised her chin with his hand, and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"You make me feel interesting, Wen Li. You know, I have a bad taste for that kind of thing."

Wen Li knew she shouldn't ask the following question, but she couldn't help asking , "What about An Wen? Do you have the same bad taste when you are with her?"

Huo Yuanchen raised his eyebrows, then bent down with a smile, reached out to help her fix her collar and button her clothes, and his fingertips pinched her chest intentionally or unintentionally.

His tone was nonchalant, "She is too young, I can't bear to let her go."

Wen Li smiled silently. Because he cared, he couldn't bear to let her go. Similarly, because he didn't care about her, he could challenge her acceptance of the word shame without restraint.

She thought that Huo Yuanchen had underestimated her. How could she feel ashamed? It was just a matter between a man and a woman in bed. What was there to be ashamed of?

Compared to her father's life, it was nothing.

She looked up and smiled at the man who was so close to her. Although the lights were on in the room, she felt it was dark.

She stood up and placed her hand on the man's chest, feeling the beating under her palm. Her movements were stiff and her expression was numb, but her voice was extremely charming. "Professor Huo, your body is so hot, do you have a cold? Do you need a massage from this nurse?"

Huo Yuanchen finally showed some interest. He looked at her, motionless, "Okay."

Wen Li came over and held his hand.

He didn't let her pull him and glanced towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Wen Li's face froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself and pulled him towards the window.

When he pressed down on her, she was very submissive and well-behaved.

I just begged him quietly, "Turn off the light...we'll be seen..."

He bit her earlobe with his teeth and sneered at her, "Are you afraid too?"

Wen Li wanted to scold him, slap him, and kick him hard. But she couldn't. Not only that, she had to figure out his preferences, whined and moaned a few times, then leaned over and kissed him flatteringly.

"Professor Huo, if you like me, I'm afraid, and if you don't like me, I'm not afraid."

“What a wave.”

Huo Yuanchen's interest was completely aroused, and he held her waist and made trouble for a long time.

After all, he turned off the lights. Perhaps he didn't want his video to be recorded and spread online.

Wen Li always felt a little empty afterwards. She liked to hug him, and when their bodies were pressed tightly together, she felt a little more at ease.

"Professor Huo, did I perform well this time?"

As she spoke, she hooked her calves and rubbed them against his legs flatteringly, like a child waiting for a reward.

Huo Yuanchen lifted the quilt, looked at their bodies pressed together, raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Do you want to do it again?"