Chapter 194 – 194

Chapter 194 - 194

Upon hearing this, Nan Yan felt that she needed to maintain her composure. She was no longer someone who would act impulsively. Besides, the man was delirious from his fever; if he were to wake up and accuse her, it would be disastrous. It wasn't anyone's fault; she had simply been involved in too many deceptive schemes before, and she knew them all too well.

With a slightly embarrassed expression, Nan Yan pushed him away firmly and rejected him with a righteous tone, "No, I'm not that kind of person. Mr. He, please don't say such things."

At first, He Mian was so feverish that he didn't understand the implications of her words. He just found her troublesome. As his mind grew more muddled due to the fever, his brain finally managed to process the situation when it started functioning again.

He promptly grabbed Nan Yan's wrist.

Now he realized she had misunderstood, and his headache worsened from frustration.

He tugged at his collar, but perhaps due to his feverish weakness, he could only suppress his discomfort, half-open his eyes in irritation, and glare at her. "What nonsense are you talking? Do you really think I'd do something indecent to you?"

"I've already told you it's not possible. Who do you think you are? More capable than a doctor? In my current state, what can I possibly do? Just undo it, do it quickly!"

Well, though the words were rough, the logic behind them was sound. As a man with limited mobility in his lower body, even if he were to lose control and attempt to forcefully overpower her, he would lack the strength to follow through.

"Please hurry up, I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now!"

Hemian's breathing was slightly hurried, not necessarily due to genuine shortness of breath, but more likely because his nose was congested, causing him an innate discomfort and restlessness that made him fidgety.

However, when he tried to intimidate, he lacked the imposing presence he aimed for. Instead, he appeared like a paper tiger, all show but lacking substance, ready to collapse with a mere touch.

The car's cabin was already cramped, with poor air circulation. Combined with his shirt buttoned tightly, his anxiety caused his eyes to redden slightly.

Seeing his distress, Nan Yan reached over to unfasten the buttons on his collar, though it did little to alleviate his discomfort.

The rain outside was pouring heavily, its sound audible even through the glass. Neither of them had an umbrella, so rushing out would inevitably drench them. But at this moment, they couldn't concern themselves with that anymore.

With great effort, Nan Yan finally managed to push away the clingy person beside her. She sat up straight, but as soon as she did, the other person grabbed hold of her again.

He Mian was now afraid that she would run away or leave him alone in the car. If he were to actually fall asleep here with his illness and lose consciousness, no one would probably find out until it was too late.

Thus, He Mian stubbornly refused to let go, sticking to her like a piece of sticky candy, whining incessantly. This annoyed Nan Yan so much that she slapped him. His eyes widened in surprise, his expression frozen. Out of anger, he bit her back, but he was mindful of his strength, gently biting her shoulder.

In the end, she had no choice but to grab the bag of medicine from the car seat and hand it over to him, her tone impatient. "Alright, alright, stop clinging. I'm not going anywhere. Hold onto the medicine, and can I come around to support you?"

The human-like Husky tried his best to stay alert. His pupils slightly constricted, revealing the whites of his eyes, giving off a cold and intimidating vibe. He lifted his head to stare intently at Nan Yan before him.

When silent, his expression was aloof and imposing, but the red tip of his nose gave him an inexplicable air of listlessness. "You can't abandon me!"

The way he spoke made it seem as if she were some heartless woman who toyed with people's emotions.

After Nan Yan repeatedly reassured him that she wouldn't run away, this fool finally released his grip. He obediently carried the bag of medicine, his back turned while his eyes still watched her every move. His demeanor resembled a dog waiting faithfully for its owner.

He was likely truly delirious from the fever, appearing much more gullible than usual.

If this had happened before, Nan Yan would never have dared to treat him like this. She could only take advantage of his disoriented state for some playful teasing.

Nanyan finished speaking and stepped out from the other car door. As soon as she opened it, she was bombarded by the downpour.

The rain tonight was truly intense; apparently, a typhoon had made landfall. No wonder the city warnings advised people to stay indoors for safety during the night.

She walked around to the other side of the car. In that short distance, she was drenched, and her face stung from the impact of the raindrops.

With the loud pitter-patter of the rain, it was difficult to hear anything. She approached the driver's side and reached for the door handle. Just as she did, the man on the other side lunged forward, his entire body pressing down on her. Nanyan nearly lost her balance, but managed to steady herself by gripping the car door. Seeing him still holding the bag of medicine protectively, she was furious.

She glared at him and said, "Stand firm! Don't you know how heavy you are? Can my fragile frame withstand your weight?"

Now, she no longer put on an overly gentle act in front of him as she did initially; perhaps her true nature had emerged, making their interaction more relaxed.

He Ming didn't catch what she was saying, but he instinctively held onto the person beside him. Nan Yan supported him along the way. The area they were in was relatively low-lying, and there was already quite a bit of standing water on the ground.

He Ming, who had been running a fever, was drenched by the icy rain, instantly making him feel chilled to the bone. Subconsciously, he wrapped his arms tighter around Nan Yan's waist. As a young master who hadn't experienced much hardship, He Ming truly hadn't encountered such a situation before. He grumbled to her incessantly about how there were too many puddles on the ground, one for every step.

In his semi-conscious state, his whole being conveyed resistance, and he glared at her, asking, "Is your family from the mountains? Why is it so difficult to walk here?"

"Shut up, you're talking too much."

With a firm grip on the tender flesh of his waist, Nan Yan managed to elicit only a faint groan from him. When she finally helped him up the stairs and into the modest two-bedroom apartment she shared with Sister Zhou, a sense of tranquility descended upon her.

She guided him straight to the couch in the living room. The sofa was too short, but fortunately, it was soft. As he lay down, his weight pulled Nan Yan along, causing her head to accidentally bump into his chin.

The impact jolted He Mian back to consciousness. His eyes, still hazy, slowly opened, followed by a wave of discomfort and confusion. He had been warm before, but now, drenched from the rain, he felt cold, so much so that he couldn't help but sneeze.

Regaining some clarity, the young master took in his surroundings. This was neither his luxurious mansion nor his comfortable king-sized bed! He found himself on a cramped and inadequate sofa where he couldn't even stretch his legs. A wave of despair washed over him:

Was this really a place for a human to live?

As Nan Yan tried to withdraw from him, her wrist was once again seized by the other party. The human-shaped Harrier gazed at her intently with his eyes wide but unfocused. His face was flushed red, and his features were chiseled and handsome, but now, drenched as he was, he lacked any intimidating presence.

"You're... letting me stay here?"

Strangely, Nan Yan could discern a hint of resentment and grievance beneath his bewildered, disbelieving expression. At this moment, he appeared completely devoid of any prowess, with his damp hair hanging over his forehead and water droplets dripping from his chin, resembling a melancholic puppy discontent with its nest.

"Am I not even worthy of a bed?"

"What do you think?" Nan Yan shot him a glare.

She found this man to be full of troubles, yet he was still complaining about her small house. "Do you think you're on vacation?"

"You should be grateful just to have a place to stay, yet you're still picky. Are you planning to go back to living in your car?"

It was evident that He Mu did not wish for that, so he wisely kept silent. He had no choice, for when one is unwell, they are indeed vulnerable. Besides, he vaguely understood the saying that one must bow under someone else's roof. Add to that his current pitiful state, it was hard for him to assert himself.

He had already lost all his dignity.

Soon, He Mu vaguely realized another significant issue—he not only lacked a bed but also clothes? !

In the short walk back, he was now drenched from head to toe.

A small puddle of rainwater had quickly formed on the floor.

Hemian felt cold and uncomfortable, and his throat began to ache, causing his voice to turn hoarse and congested.

With no one to confide in, he could only express his discomfort to Nanyan:

"I'm feeling a bit under the weather... my nose is stuffed, and my throat hurts. Could you get me a cup of warm water?"

Though ailing, his instinct to command remained, enraging Nanyan to the point of wanting to slap him again. But, seeing his pitiful state, she held back.

Nanyan took the bag from his hand. It was damp, but the medicine inside was still dry. Turning her head, she patted his arm, gesturing for him to let go.

"Sufficient, it's normal to feel like this when you have a cold. You'll be better tomorrow. Now let me go, I'll get you a towel, alright?"

He Mu, at least, still possessed some rationality and released her upon hearing this. Thus, Nanyan promptly fetched him a dry towel.

Yet, that tiny towel was barely sufficient; it quickly became soaked from wiping his hair, leaving him shivering and turning pale from the cold.

Continuing like this, he feared he would be frozen to death.

He now deeply regretted not having gone to the hospital to register for a consultation. The saying "one suffers for the sake of pride" precisely described his situation. He had actually made it to the hospital but still fled. Yet, it was too late for regrets now.

This treacherous weather, one can barely tell direction stepping out. Besides, with his current dizzy state, he wouldn't be able to drive anyway.

Hemian was clingy to Nan Yan, who had just approached, and refused to let go. His breathing grew heavier, and he panted, visibly strained. The wound on his neck, having been soaked by the rain, began to throb anew, and the pain seeped into the veins in his head.

At some point, he couldn't tell whether he was cold or hot; he was simply experiencing both, struggling to catch his breath. He had never felt this miserable in his life.

When one is in extreme discomfort, reason begins to falter. He cared about nothing now; the last vestiges of clarity in his mind were fading away under the heat of his distress.

All he could think now was that this woman knew too many of his secrets. She was the one who had brought him to this state. He had already lost face in front of her countless times, so what was one more? It didn't seem to matter anymore.

Clutching Nan Yan tightly, he drew her closer, his eyes reddening with intensity. His head fell heavily onto her neck, his arms encircling her waist. His voice was hoarse, tinged with resentment as he asked, "Is there hot water? I want to take a bath. Could you find me some clean clothes? I'll pay you, alright?"

He added, "I have a lot of money!"

But now, money is of no use!

Nan Yan nudged his head away, feeling uncomfortable under his persistent grasp. She was wet too and had yet to change, but seeing his delirious state, she couldn't help but scold him softly,

"Who can you blame for this? You were at the hospital, but for the sake of your pride, you didn't go in. You insisted on enduring it alone, and now look – you've completely given in, haven't you?"

In her arms, He Mian visibly grew more agitated. Clearly, he was in great discomfort, his teeth chattering, body tensing, and the grip of his intertwined hands tightening. "I get it... You're annoyed, right? I'll go register at the hospital tomorrow, okay?"

His tone softened involuntarily as he spoke; his voice was hoarse. "Can I promise not to do this again? Please help me take off my clothes. I'm in so much pain, I have no strength left."

Nanyan coughed softly. Though she was eager to lend a hand, she held onto her principles and firmly declined, "No way, you have to take it off yourself."

He Mian rubbed his head in frustration and, feeling dizzy, lowered his head. His slender fingers fumbled with the belt at his waist; his feverish state made his vision blur. After much effort, he finally unfastened it, tossed the belt aside, and revealed the damp gray trousers underneath.

Seeing his casual demeanor, Nanyan didn't know how to react, especially when he tugged at the pants, attempting to remove them further. She promptly stopped him.

He turned his head, breathing heavily, with a faint flush on his cheeks from the fever. His three-dimensional features drew near as he murmured through his nose, "Hmm?"

"…What are you doing?"

Meeting those slightly misty black eyes, Nanyan found them unexpectedly appealing. She pretended not to be noticed and affectionately ruffled his hair, as one would pet a dog. "Alright, alright, no need to be so reckless. We're bordering on inappropriate here. You should be more mindful."

She coughed, noticing the genuine pallor of his complexion. Deciding to take action, she supported him into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. As steam rose, He Mian visibly grew less chilled.

Gently patting his cheeks, Nanyan seized the opportunity to disentangle herself. "Alright, alright, go ahead and take a shower to warm yourself up. I'll find you some clothes. Is that okay?"

This time, He Mian showed some response. He obediently sat on the small stool in the bathroom, holding the showerhead to rinse himself thoroughly from head to toe.

Only after Nanyan finally freed herself from his clinginess and exhaled deeply did she return to the bedroom to search for clothes.

What a disappointment – looks good but is utterly useless!

Nan Yan first changed out of her wet clothes and used a towel to pat her hair semi-dry. It would be mostly dry with just a bit of blow-drying. As she finished up, she suddenly remembered that the person in the bathroom had no clothes to wear.

She rummaged through her closet but couldn't find anything suitable. The pajamas were all too small, and besides, this was a girls' dormitory; there wouldn't be any men's clothing here.

She then went over to Zhou Jie's side, hoping to find some old clothes left behind by her ex-boyfriend. After searching in vain, she finally had no choice but to grab a bedsheet for him. It was better than having him lie naked in the empty living room later.

Nan Yan rolled up the wet clothes that the man had just thrown out of the bathroom and tossed them into the washing machine. She then fetched a glass of warm water and prepared the fever medicine.

The sound of running water in the bathroom continued without pause. If not for the occasional sneeze that could be heard, she might have suspected that the person inside had fainted from the steam.

After about half an hour, the noises from the bathroom finally ceased. The water stopped flowing, and Nanyan passed over the prepared bedsheet. However, as soon as the door opened, a wave of warm air rushed toward her.

The man, with no support, toppled straight towards her, still managing to wrap a towel around his essential areas. Nonetheless, it was of little help. In that instant, he caused Nanyan to stumble backward a few steps, and they both landed solidly on the sofa together.

"Get up... You're going to smother me!"

With his towering height, the sofa was barely enough to accommodate him, let alone holding onto her tightly in his embrace.

Nanyan felt as if she was the one about to suffocate.

He Mian still exuded the warmth from his bath, perhaps truly disoriented from the steam in the bathroom. With both hands around her neck, he felt like he was holding a warm, boneless kitten in his embrace, instinctively wanting to cling to this source of heat.

Refusing to budge, Nanyan slapped him, repeatedly. He must have sensed the pain, for he used his height to pin her down and shifted closer, resting his head in the crook of her neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Frustrated, Nanyan was tempted to hit him with a slipper. This despicable man, he couldn't assume that just because he was unwell, he could take advantage of her openly. Was she someone so easily taken advantage of?

She slapped his face again, exerting more force. "He Mian, get up, get up right now!"

The person in his arms remained motionless.

In fact, He Mian still had a faint sense of awareness. He could vaguely hear someone talking to him, but he lacked the energy to respond. His mind was hazy, and all he wanted was to sleep.

He didn't have any intention of taking advantage; he was simply in great discomfort. His entire body ached and felt cold. Having just been overheated in the bathroom, he was now shivering as they exited.

Having finally found a comfortable, soft pillow to hold in his embrace, he had no intention of letting go easily. If anyone tried to snatch it away, he would cling even tighter, causing Nanyan's waist to ache from the pressure.

The two of them tangled up like a mess on the sofa, one struggling with all their might while the other refused to release their grip. Their movements left a deep indentation on the soft couch. Eventually, beads of sweat formed on Nanyan's forehead, and a slight flush colored her cheeks.

Worse still, the man's towel had long since fallen away, and she couldn't rouse him with kicks or even by pulling out strands of his hair. Despite the chaos, he stubbornly refused to release her.

Nan Yan was too exhausted to resist and let him be.

In any case, she now knew for sure that this man was indeed incapable. His skin was pale all over, a cold tone, and he had well-defined muscles in his abdomen that felt surprisingly firm when touched accidentally.

But the crucial part was disappointingly limp, like an aging turtle moving at a snail's pace, hanging limply with no sign of response.

By the looks of it, he was truly unable to perform!

Sympathy welled up in Nan Yan for him; if that was the case, there was no point in struggling. She might as well consider herself holding a human-shaped puppy. With a heavy sigh, they remained entangled on the sofa throughout the night.

In fact, He Mu wasn't completely helpless. For instance, in the depths of the night when he was in a deep slumber, he vaguely sensed that the sensation near his hand felt odd.

It was pleasant to the touch, quite different from the hard leather cushion on his right. His hand followed the curve of her waist, blindly exploring in the darkness. Just as he touched something soft and squishy, instinctively, he tried to lean on it.

Suddenly, a slap descended from above, leaving his mind blank and his body numb.

He unintentionally felt wronged. Now without anything to hold onto, he started rubbing around aimlessly. But the bed was too crowded, making it impossible for him to stretch his limbs. Even rolling over put him at risk of falling off.

He cuddled his human-shaped pillow, rubbing against it in a gentle rhythm. Was it because he was running too hot tonight, or was there another reason behind his restlessness?

Suddenly, He Mian felt a surge of warmth spread throughout his body, but it seemed to be trapped inside him, unable to dissipate.

The discomfort became unbearable, and he instinctively began to shift about, seeking relief. As he continued, he faintly sensed something amiss, something quivering beneath him that had risen. This sensation only intensified his discomfort, prompting him to rub even more vigorously. Fortunately, it subsided quickly.

He Min was sleeping heavily at the time, with his mind not quite lucid, so he was oblivious to this situation in his groggy state.

Thus, when he woke up around five in the morning the next day, the rain outside seemed to have ceased, though the sky was still notably gloomy. After a night of fever, he finally regained some clarity. He relied on the faint, dim light outside the window to see.

He immediately sensed something amiss, and without thinking, Lord He furrowed his brows. Lowering his head, he saw that he was naked, and upon turning his head, discovered a woman in his arms.

In that instant, Lord He's expression contorted rigidly.

The first reaction of the distinguished Young Master He was not that he had taken advantage of someone or been taken advantage of. Instead, when he looked down, he saw his 'brother' below nodding at him in a friendly manner. His eyes widened in shock, inwardly exclaiming, "Damn it!"

Then, in the next second, he scrambled to his feet and rushed into the bathroom, his lips quivering with excitement, pressed tightly together. His fingers trembled as they reached out, wishing he could yell out three times right there:

"I'm cured!!!”

After fumbling aimlessly in the bathroom for quite some time, He Mian wilted once again.

Damn it, He Mian felt like banging his head against the wall. It was an unbearable blow to his ego. Was this even something a human could do? Losing his erection in less than three minutes? Was his manhood that unreliable?

He hadn't even had the chance to open the short videos on his phone. As he tried to stimulate himself, it was all over in a few random strokes. Was this his future? He involuntarily recalled the advertisement the woman had handed him yesterday – referring to weak erections and premature ejaculation. Wasn't that describing him precisely?

Damn it! It would be better if he just stayed limp.

The hope followed by despair was too much for him to handle; it was a level of frustration he had never experienced before. He had never encountered such an absurd situation.

Hemian pursed his lips, with strands of hair dangling before his forehead, beads of sweat forming on his brow from nervousness. His face flushed alternately with paleness as he gritted his teeth and tried with all his might. However, his manhood was uncooperative, hanging there pathetically without any response, causing him immense humiliation.

At that moment, Hemian felt deeply devastated.

No man would be indifferent to such a situation, and neither was he. But it mattered not; if it didn't work, it simply didn't work.

He had consulted several renowned specialists in private about this issue. The doctors all agreed that his body had recovered well from the accident and no lingering effects were present. They suggested that his erectile dysfunction might stem from psychological trauma, possibly due to the harrowing experience during his high school years when he was kidnapped by a male-female duo who demanded ten million in cash. He had been bound in the backseat of the car then, awakening to witness the pair engaging in indecent activities while driving, which had made him nauseous enough to vomit on the spot.

This explanation might indeed hold some truth.

The duo had believed that after abducting him and receiving the ten million ransom, they could escape abroad unscathed. Little did they know that his watch was equipped with an active GPS tracking system.

When the bodyguards and the police finally caught up, the two were still blissfully ignorant of their impending doom. By the time they realized the danger, it was too late; the car lost control and flipped, resulting in their instant and gruesome deaths on impact.

He, too, bore the aftermath of that fateful accident.

Since then, he had struggled with a lingering issue. Initially, he was unaware of his problem, but as he entered adolescence, he noticed a lack of certain expected responses. Gradually, he became aware that something was amiss with his body.

As he grew older, he realized that his situation might be more severe than he initially thought. He even attempted watching adult films, hoping for a reaction, but to no avail. While he experienced desire, it didn't translate into physical capability.

He had privately undergone therapy sessions and visited psychologists, but none of them seemed to have any significant effect on his condition.

No man could bear such an issue, and he was no exception. Hence, he had kept it a secret from everyone, except for the incident where Xu Sisi accidentally discovered his secret when he carelessly mentioned it in the restroom, only to be overheard by Wen Nanyan.

The more he realized his inability, the more he sought to prove himself capable. Thus, he used to put up a facade, engaging in wild activities with others, yet cautiously avoiding close encounters. If anyone were to discover his secret, he wouldn't have the face to continue his charade.

Recent events had unfolded too abruptly, catching him off guard and exposing his deepest secrets to the world.

Huo Mian felt a chill run down his spine, not just metaphorically – his entire body seemed to be freezing. Could he not feel cold?

He glanced down and realized he was still naked.

With a tinge of reluctance, he made another attempt, only to realize that it was still impossible!

Humiliation was visibly etched on He Mian's face, a disgrace brought upon by this useless creature's inability to perform. Yet, after the initial disgrace, he knew he had to find a solution. He wondered if the lack of response was due to insufficient stimulation here.

Is it because the stimulation from films in the past was always through a screen, which didn't really count, and this time, due to a fever, it was a real, hands-on experience of sleeping through the night with a beautiful girl?

That's why there was a bit of a reaction.

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. However, there was no way he could test this theory with just any pretty girl he found on the street. If the stimulation wasn't enough and he still couldn't perform, wouldn't that mean one more person would know about his problem?

Could he bear the humiliation of such an incident?

Heming washed his face in the bathroom, feeling increasingly conflicted and embarrassed. His chiseled, handsome face flushed slightly under the soft white light.

He realized he might have to seek Wen Nanyan's assistance outside. She had likely been the stimulus last night, and she already knew all his secrets. Perhaps if he sweet-talked her and begged for her cooperation, she would help him out, wouldn't she?

... Though these thoughts swirled in Heming's mind, he remained uncertain.

Such matters, however, were somewhat too delicate to be spoken aloud.

Despite his brutality and shamelessness, he wouldn't stoop so low as to force a girl to assist him with such an issue, would he? Then again, he rationalized, this was a legitimate matter. There were female doctors in urology departments at hospitals, and they maintained a straightforward doctor-patient relationship, not a complicated romantic one.

Alternatively, he could compensate her monetarily!

If she genuinely cooperated and helped cure him of this predicament, he vowed never to bully her again. He could gift her a beachside villa, something far more luxurious than her humble, rural home.

He could even present her with a sports car, designer handbags, and exquisite jewelry. Whatever she desired, he would buy for her, all in exchange for a simple act of assistance from her fingertips.

Hai Mian lingered in the bathroom for quite some time. When he emerged, it was still early, not yet six o'clock. Nanyan was still asleep on the couch. He pulled the blanket from the side of the sofa to wrap himself up and then sat down on another couch nearby.

He had been bold enough to hold her without her consent while still groggy, but now fully awake, he felt too embarrassed to do so again. Since sleep eluded him, he contented himself with sitting beside her, his eyes fixated on her face.

At this moment, Hai Mian viewed her through a lens of eighteen layers of soft glow, finding her appearance increasingly pleasing to his eyes.

The more he looked, the more he realized that she wasn't actually bad-looking; she was quite pretty. Her gentle and considerate nature only added to her appeal. Typically, girls as beautiful as her were also kind-hearted...

He guessed that if he approached her sincerely and asked for her assistance, she would surely be willing to help.

Somnolent on the couch, Nanyan sensed something amiss, the sensation of being watched growing stronger with each passing moment. As she drifted further into sleep, it felt as if a ghost were holding her down. Instinctively, she opened her eyes, nearly losing her composure at the cold, unfeeling handsome face looming before her.

At first, she assumed he had come to settle scores with her. Without a second thought, she took the offensive, striking out with a slap almost on autopilot.

"What do you want?"

Unaware of the menacing expression he wore, his lips were pressed tightly together, and his brows knitted slightly. A chilling smile played on his stoic features, reminiscent of a villain's sinister grin in a TV drama just before they struck.

Her blow left him momentarily stunned, his expression rigid.

Upon realizing his actions, he didn't glare at her with a cold, menacing gaze. Instead, he smiled at her and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry if I frightened you."

Nan Yan was tempted to reach out and touch his face, wondering if someone had possessed him. How else could one explain such a drastic change in his demeanor overnight?

What game was he playing?

She wore a suspicious look, and probably sensing her thoughts, He Mian softened his tone further. However, his expression remained stony.

"I'm fine now. Thank you for looking after me last night."

Oh, so that's how it was. It seemed this person had some sense of gratitude, at least knowing how to repay kindness.

To be honest, though, she hadn't really taken much care of him last night. Nan Yan rubbed her sore eyes and glanced at the phone on the table – it was half past six. Since there was still plenty of time, she might as well go back to sleep for a while longer.

But just as she was about to get up, someone grabbed her wrist.