Undoubtedly, Emily knew that the physiological needs he mentioned were different from hers.
She pretended to be confused and asked, "I don't understand what you're talking about..."
"You were drowning in the artificial lake. Except that you had a low-grade fever and your lungs were slightly infected, your brain, your heart, and other organs are all working normally. Besides, no signs of trauma or blood, so we can do anything!" Simon explained seriously as if he was talking to another patient.
"..." Emily blushed.
Simon crossed his legs lazily. "So I won't leave tonight. I'll sleep with you."
After that, he began to untie the buttons of his shirt. Emily was panicked and asked nervously, "Simon, you're not leaving already, are you?"
"Mn." Simon's lips curled.
"No!" Emily drew back her shoulders and subconsciously placed her hand on her chest. "We're in a ward. Nurses here check the room every few hours... Don't do that!"
"What if I insist?" A hint of evilness appeared in Simon amorous eyes.
"You..." Emily's eyelashes trembled.
Simon squinted out of the window. Suddenly, he got up and said, "It's late. It's time to sleep!"
Emily saw him reach out and hold her shoulders, and then she was forced to lie on the bed. Her voice was also trembling, "Simon, what are you doing, you..."
She stopped as his tongue slipped past her teeth and slid slow against her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth.
Simon pressed a savage kiss on her lips. Standing on the side of the hospital bed, he cupped her face in his palm and kissed her very carefully and patiently.
When she was released, she had already been out of breath. His kisses, always brought her a strong sense of conquering, making her feel like she was his captive who was unable control herself.
When he almost put her on edge, he suddenly stopped.
"Let's sleep!"
Simon pulled out the chair and sat back.
"When you fall asleep, I will go back."
Emily's lips were red and swollen. She asked uncertainly in a low voice, "Are you sure you won't do that to me while I'm asleep?"
"Mn." Simon said in a hoarse voice.
Emily still looked at him suspiciously. Everything went black for her again because her eyes were covered by his thick palm, as if he was forcing her to sleep in this way. When she gently blinked her eyelashes, she could feel the dry and warm palm lines.
The warmth spread from her eyelashes to the bottom of her heart, she felt as if he would never leave her.
Gradually, Emily fell asleep.
Simon might not know that this night, he brought her a sense of security that she had never felt since her parents passed away. After four years, she would always miss it alone in the dead of night.
The next day, Emily still stayed in the ward.
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