Chapter 61: Madam, I Am a Normal Man

After taking her medicine, the nurse came in again to check her condition.

Shi Runrun asked if she needed any more nutritional IV drips.

The nurse smiled and waved her hand, assuring her that there was no need for those anymore. Now that she was awake and no longer in a coma, there was no further need for nutritional infusions; she could switch to restorative traditional medicines and nourishing foods instead.

At half past seven in the evening, Ji Yunan came to call her for dinner.

Shi Runrun thought of Xiao Xuezheng, who was still lying in the intensive care unit and hadn’t eaten yet. She had just started to say, “Yunan, about Xiao Xuezheng—”

But before she could finish, Yunan interrupted her.

“Oh, you’re already worried about your husband not having anything to eat? With his status as a high and mighty CEO, he’s got plenty of people waiting on him! He won’t starve, don’t you worry. Just be good and come have dinner with your brother.”

Shi Runrun fell silent.

Well, she couldn’t help but worry a little. She knew that hospital meals for patients were usually quite plain, and she wondered if they would suit his taste.

She hadn't expected that even this small concern of hers would be seen through by Ji Yunan. He reached over to poke her forehead, teasing, “Who knew you cared so much about your husband? If only you’d been like this earlier, he wouldn’t have tormented himself and ended up in the hospital!”

Shi Runrun’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, growing hot in an instant.

So, she followed Yunan and Secretary Qin Feng out for dinner.

Yunan was mischievous; as they passed the intensive care unit, he deliberately raised his voice and said, “Little sister-in-law, the hospital food is terrible. Let’s find a good restaurant and have a proper meal!”

Shi Runrun glanced furtively toward the ICU, and sure enough, the man lying inside cast a cold glance in their direction, his eyes brimming with envy, jealousy, and a hint of pitiful longing.

Shi Runrun’s heart softened at the sight.

Ji Yunan took her and Qin Feng to a nearby restaurant, insisting they order whatever they liked and that he would cover the bill.

It had been a long time since Shi Runrun had enjoyed such a delicious meal. Yet, with her mind still on the man lying in the hospital, she ordered an extra nourishing chicken soup, asking the kitchen to pack it up so she could bring it back for him.

Ji Yunan watched but said nothing, only shaking his head with a smile and sighing inwardly—these two have finally learned to cherish each other.

After dinner, Yunan went to pay the bill, with Shi Runrun following behind.

The total came to a little over five hundred yuan—a trivial sum for someone like Yunan.

Shi Runrun carried the steaming chicken soup as they returned to the hospital.

As soon as they arrived, she headed straight for the intensive care unit. There was still one visiting opportunity left that day. Seeing that neither doctors nor nurses were making their rounds, she slipped inside with the still-steaming old hen soup.

It was dark outside at this hour. The room’s curtains were drawn, and only a single lamp glowed dimly—not pitch black, but shadowy and intimate.

Hearing no movement as she closed the door, Shi Runrun thought he was asleep and moved quietly.

The closer she got, the stronger the scent of disinfectant, mingling with the unique masculine aroma from him.

She approached the bedside. In the murky light, she saw that he lay with his eyes closed, his finely sculpted features even more striking from this angle at this hour.

Even in sleep, his brows were furrowed, forming a delicate crease that made her want to reach out and smooth it away.

And so she did—her hand gently caressed his brow, smoothing the furrow. She was about to set down the chicken soup and wait for him to wake, when suddenly, his large hand seized hers.

His dark, profound eyes snapped open, full of laughter.

“Trying to sneak a touch while I’m sleeping? Little minx, missing me already?”

His deep, pleasant voice resonated in the quiet room.

Shi Runrun’s face turned crimson in an instant. Her body trembled, blood surging wildly within her.

What… what did he mean, calling her a minx…

As she stood dazed, his large hand reached up, pressing the back of her head gently but firmly, bringing her down so that her lips were close to his.

Then he kissed her.

“Mmm…”

His kiss was tender and delicate, brimming with affection.

She responded willingly; this mutual, passionate kiss made both of them lose themselves, emotion rising uncontrollably.

Throughout, Shi Runrun’s hand fluttered uncertainly, afraid of touching somewhere she shouldn’t and hurting him. In the end, she propped it on the blanket, soon feeling a fine sweat break out on her palm.

The kiss lasted a long, long time—until she was nearly breathless and he finally let her go.

Freed, Shi Runrun gasped for air, her face growing redder and hotter.

All the while, she kept an anxious eye on the door, terrified that a doctor, nurse, or Yunan might walk in.

If they were caught, it would be disastrous.

But the man was incorrigible, even now finding ways to tease her.

“Still can’t breathe properly after all this time? Looks like we’ll have to practice more often so you can master the technique!”

Shi Runrun’s heart thumped wildly, as if it might leap from her throat.

He licked his lips, his voice low and magnetic. “You taste sweet. What did you have for dinner?”

She looked at him, swallowing nervously. “Yunan took us out for Chinese food. I had an extra bowl of sweet soup.”

Suddenly, a muffled groan of pain escaped him.

Shi Runrun, startled, thought she had hurt him. She hurriedly set down the soup, anxious. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to call the doctor or nurse?”

Xiao Xuezheng gazed at her flustered panic, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes smoldering. In a husky voice, he said, “Why call them? I’m not unwell. But, my dear wife, I…”

He paused, then said in a low, playful voice, “My dear wife, I have…”

The last two words were uttered softly but distinctly, making Shi Runrun’s entire body shudder, her fragile heart pounding.

Her face instantly flushed a deep, boiling red.

How could he say such things so openly…

Her ears burned scarlet, and she lowered her head, overcome with shyness.

He caught her small hand in his, fingers interlacing, his voice dropping even further. “Why be shy? We’re husband and wife. Isn’t it normal for a healthy man to have such… reactions to his wife? My dear, I am, after all, a normal man.”