Chapter 8: Injection

The master bedroom had a simple, minimalist aesthetic with cool-toned decor. The lights were already on, but the room was empty.

Only the faint sound of running water came from the adjacent bathroom.

A tall man’s silhouette was reflected on the frosted glass, emphasizing his broad shoulders and straight back, exuding an aura of strength and elegance.

Steam swirled within the bathroom, slowly seeping through the door crevices and dissipating into the air.

His restrained breathing was low and husky, carrying an inexplicable sensuality that could make one’s heart race.

It lasted for a long, long time before finally settling into silence…

When the bathroom door finally opened, a pair of long, model-like legs stepped out.

The man wore a dark gray bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a well-defined, muscular abdomen.

Droplets of water slid down from his damp black hair, tracing along his pronounced Adam’s apple before disappearing into the smooth, pale skin of his chest.

Running a hand through his hair, he revealed a strikingly handsome face, as if sculpted by a master artisan.

The room’s lighting cast subtle shadows across his features, making him look even more breathtakingly attractive. However, his gaze remained distant and cold—his deep, inky eyes holding an unapproachable chill.

A knock came at the door, followed by the butler’s respectful voice.

“Sir, the doctor has arrived.”

A cool, composed voice responded from inside.

“Have him wait in the living room. I’ll be there once I change.”

Not long after, Pei Heng, now dressed in casual home attire, appeared in the living room.

The doctor, holding a medical kit, stood up the moment he saw Pei Heng, looking slightly anxious.

“Sir, where are you feeling unwell?”

Mr. Pei was known for his straightforward nature and wasn’t the type to fuss over trivial matters.

If he had summoned the doctor in such haste, it had to be something urgent.

Considering his status and esteemed position, the doctor could hardly imagine who would dare harm Mr. Pei.

“It’s not me.”

The man, his expression as indifferent as ever, gave him a slight nod. “Come with me.”

As the guest room door was pushed open, the doctor immediately noticed a delicate young woman sitting up in bed.

She looked quite young, her eyes hazy—perhaps still dazed from alcohol.

Her soft, long hair fell gently over her shoulders, framing a face as exquisite as carved jade.

Her skin was pale as snow, smooth as polished jade.

Her slightly misty gaze swept over him, making his heart soften instinctively.

She was both delicate and stunning—clearly someone raised with utmost care, protected like a cherished gem.

Who was this young lady, lucky enough to stay in this grand estate?

“When did you wake up? Why didn’t you call for someone?”

Pei Heng’s deep voice was laced with quiet authority as he strode over to the bed, bending slightly toward her.

Jiang Yaoyao, still in a daze, wasn’t fully conscious of her surroundings. However, she recognized Pei Heng immediately.

Her small, soft hand emerged from beneath the blanket, tapping lightly on her lips. Tilting her head up toward the man beside the bed, she dragged out her words in a sweet, lazy tone,

“I’m thirsty…”

Her head tilted slightly, causing her thick lashes to flutter like tiny brushes.

“My lips are so dry…”

The tall man beside the bed let out a low hum.

Taking a glass of water from the bedside table, he naturally sat down on the edge of the bed. His slender fingers rested against the transparent glass, the rim pressed gently against the young woman’s lips.

“Yaoyao, be good. Open your mouth.”

The little beauty lowered her gaze to the glass, her long lashes quivering.

Still uncoordinated from the alcohol, she leaned forward clumsily, nearly bumping her forehead against the cup.

The man beside her hesitated for a moment before murmuring, “Sorry,” and then, with effortless ease, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace for support.

“Now can you drink?”

His low, magnetic voice was calm and patient.

The little beauty obediently nodded. Just as she was about to take a sip, she suddenly paused.

Pouting slightly, she looked up at the man holding her, her tone carrying a touch of soft, spoiled frustration.

“Pei Heng, you’re holding me too tight…”

“You’re so strong, it hurts…”

Small and delicate, her voice was a mix of sweetness and faux-fierceness.

This kind of adorable, grumbling demeanor made her seem even more endearing—like a kitten who had its claws trimmed, attempting to press its tiny paw pads against someone’s face in protest.

Thinking it was enough to be intimidating, yet unknowingly making herself look even cuter.

The man’s lips curved slightly, his deep voice laced with amusement as he leaned closer to whisper,

“My fault. Don’t be mad, Yaoyao.”

“I’ll be gentler, okay? Be a good girl and drink your water, alright?”

The little beauty finally nodded heavily, then obediently leaned in and took several gulps of water from his hand.

The handsome man had a faint smile on his lips as he used his thumb to wipe away the water droplets clinging to her lips.

But her lips were too soft—his thumb barely brushed against them, yet when he pulled away, they had turned an even deeper shade of red.

Lush and inviting.

As if they were tempting someone to kiss them.

Pei Heng’s gaze darkened for a moment, and his grip on her shoulder unconsciously tightened.

The delicate little beauty furrowed her lovely brows, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at him with innocent eyes.

Pei Heng snapped back to reality. He adjusted the cushion behind Jiang Yaoyao, letting her sit comfortably, then turned his gaze toward the doorway.

“She has a low alcohol tolerance—she’s never drunk before. Give her a check-up.”

The doctor, still holding his medical kit, seemed momentarily dazed, as if he hadn’t yet recovered from the scene in front of him.

“Oh—oh, right, okay!”

The butler nudged him.

“Yes, yes! Mr. Pei, I’ll begin the examination right away!”

One by one, medical instruments were taken out of the kit. A transparent syringe was lifted into the air.

“Mr. Pei, I need to draw some blood from the young lady for lab tests—checking her blood ethanol concentration, glucose levels, and other indicators.”

Pei Heng nodded.

A soft voice suddenly mumbled,

“Injection.”

Pei Heng turned back, his eyes carrying a faint trace of amusement. He gently patted the little beauty’s head and reassured her in a warm voice,

“It’ll be over quickly. It won’t hurt.”

The little beauty obediently nodded, repeating after him, word for word,

“It won’t hurt.”

She blinked her round eyes, watching as her arm was gently held. Then she saw the doctor approaching with the syringe.

Her small head shook slightly. She turned toward Pei Heng with a serious expression and said matter-of-factly,

“You get the injection.”

The man chuckled, coaxing her patiently,

“It’s not for me—it’s for you.”

The little beauty blinked, then slowly repeated the last part of his sentence with firm determination:

“You get the injection!”