Chapter Two: Will You Dare to Ask Again Next Time?

The air in the room suddenly stiffened, and a cold sweat broke out on her back. The fear she had felt moments ago now crept over her entire body once more.

The man's gaze was not that of someone looking at a person—it was more like a predator sizing up its prey, appraising her from head to toe.

Then, Fu Wenhan pulled out some medical instruments from his coat—syringes, scalpels, and other intimidating tools.

She truly began to tremble with fear.

He methodically and deliberately arranged the instruments on the coffee table. The more casual his movements appeared, the more terrified Xu Miao became.

Her body pressed tightly against the door as she stammered, “W-what are you going to do?”

“Afraid now, are you?” Fu Wenhan didn’t lift his head as he continued to organize the cold, sharp tools. “Weren’t you so carefree earlier when you said ‘no responsibility’?”

“That’s not what I meant by ‘no responsibility’...” Xu Miao’s voice broke with tears, but Fu Wenhan stood up and began to close in on her.

He reached out and gently grasped her chin. The smooth touch from his fingertips sent a fleeting daze through his eyes, but it quickly vanished.

“It’s too late. This place is well soundproofed.”

A sinister shadow fell over his handsome face.

“Name your price!” Xu Miao trembled as she pleaded, “I’ll pay any amount, just please let me go!”

Hearing this, Fu Wenhan couldn't help but chuckle.

His laugh was cold yet softened his expression slightly.

“Will you dare to meet up again next time?”

Xu Miao was utterly confused.

Fu Wenhan released his grip on her chin, leaving a red mark that he lightly stroked with his fingertips.

“Sorry, my hand was a bit heavy. It wasn’t me who arranged the meeting—my brother. He used my photo as his avatar to lure you.”

Fu Wenhan was a gynecologist at the First Hospital of Nancheng. He had seen many young women come to the clinic, tangled in reckless relationships, only to regret it when they contracted diseases.

That was why he came—to give her a scare and a lesson. If it deterred her from reckless encounters in the future, then it would be a good deed.

After speaking, Fu Wenhan stepped back. Xu Miao still trembled in fright.

Seeing her like a frightened kitten, Fu Wenhan snorted coldly.

“I advise you not to meet up with strangers who don’t take responsibility. What I just gave you was a warning.”

As he spoke, he packed away the instruments and headed straight for the door.

“If you encounter someone with AIDS or syphilis, it could be deadly.”

Passing by Xu Miao, he glared at her sharply and spoke sternly.

His tall, imposing figure and exquisitely handsome face lectured her up close, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

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Xu Miao finally understood that his actions were meant as a warning—he was trying to be a good man.

She had been lucky not to encounter real danger this time, meeting a gentleman like him. Next time, who knew what might happen?

Next time? Would there even be a next time?

She certainly wouldn’t dare to meet up again.

Her first time would have to be with Master Fan.

At the thought of Fan’s face, Xu Miao unconsciously grabbed Fu Wenhan’s hand as he was about to open the door.

Fu Wenhan frowned and turned to look at her.

Their eyes met, and hers burned with a strange intensity.

“I don’t have those diseases. I can prove it.”

Fu Wenhan frowned even deeper. Was this woman out of her mind? Was that what she meant?

“I have a terminal illness. I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t want to die still a virgin. Can you help me?”

Xu Miao’s hand trembled slightly as she unlocked her phone and found a photo saved long ago.

She handed it to Fu Wenhan.

“Look at this.”

Her voice was low, heavy with helplessness.

Fu Wenhan took the phone and scrutinized the pathological report on the screen.

As a doctor, he immediately recognized it as a diagnosis of terminal cancer.

Looking up, his gaze grew complicated as he stared at Xu Miao.

“You... really?”

“Yes.” Xu Miao gave a faint laugh tinged with sorrow. “I’m not lying.”

A strange feeling flickered in Fu Wenhan’s heart. He guessed that if he refused her, she would seek out the next man willing to fulfill her request.

She was like a helpless kitten, standing silently before him, waiting for his response.

Fu Wenhan raised an eyebrow, neither rejecting nor agreeing.

“That depends on whether you have what it takes. Can you move me?”

Xu Miao was momentarily stunned.

Could a man’s ability really be judged by a woman’s skill? Wasn’t it about the man himself?

She knew nothing, had no experience, and didn’t know how to seduce a man.

“I... I’ll try,” she said, her voice tinged with awkwardness and confusion.

Fu Wenhan sat down on the sofa lazily, watching her with a skeptical expression.

He even found her current look somewhat amusing—that innocent, shy, and bewildered expression was strangely endearing.

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Feeling embarrassed herself, Xu Miao turned away from Fu Wenhan and began to undress.

Fu Wenhan didn’t look at her. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he stared elsewhere, but an inexplicable warmth began to rise within him.

This woman unnerved him inexplicably and even annoyed him. Was she genuinely stupid or just pretending? He had already scared her like that, yet she persisted.

As Xu Miao’s clothes fell piece by piece to the floor, Fu Wenhan’s eyes inadvertently caught her silhouette.

Outside, dusk was falling. The dim light in the room revealed Xu Miao’s fair, soft, and beautifully curved back.

The hazy glow filtering through the window caressed her bare shoulders, casting gentle, shimmering waves of light.

Fu Wenhan pulled out a cigarette he hadn’t smoked in a long time and tried to light it.

A pale hand reached out softly and took the cigarette from his fingers.

“You can’t smoke here.”

Following the voice, Fu Wenhan’s gaze shifted.

Xu Miao was covering a large patch of her fair skin with one hand, her face flushed with shyness, eyes lowered.

She couldn’t find a place to put the cigarette, so she pinched it between that soft patch of skin.

“Just keep it with me for now. See? It’s gone.”

Her expression and tone were like a child playing a magic trick.

His cigarette was swallowed up like that.

Fu Wenhan couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or by accident, but any man would find that scene provocative.

His breathing quickened slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to maintain control.

“Stop teasing me. Give it back…”

Taking a deep breath, Xu Miao closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

It was her first kiss, and she didn’t know what to do—she just stayed still.

Perhaps sensing her own awkwardness, she silently pulled back and, without noticing Fu Wenhan in front of her, shyly embraced him.

Her flushed face pressed against his cheek, she whispered near his ear, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, “Not giving it back…”

The warm breath brushed against Fu Wenhan’s ear, and their bodies pressed close, causing him to tense suddenly.

Fu Wenhan placed both hands on her shoulders and stood up.

Without expression, he removed his coat.