Bai Xue fulfilled all his fantasies of an Asian woman.
Sikong Heng slowly let go of her. Dressed in a classic white shirt and black trousers, he exuded an elite aura. "I don't like you, don't think too highly of yourself."
Bai Xue arched her brows. "Oh, if you don't like me, then prove it to me. You want to participate in your surgery and be your assistant."
Sikong Heng's thin lips curved upwards. "Why should I listen to you? So what if I don't let you do the surgery? "
"…"
Sikong Heng walked into the room. His fingers were fair and slender, even more beautiful than a woman's, and he was born to hold a scalpel. He lifted his fingers and elegantly unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, then looked at her impassively. "Doctor Bai, you can leave now."
Bai Xue really wanted to punch his handsome face. What was he so arrogant about?
But he had the right to be arrogant.
He was Sikong Heng, the most skilled doctor in the medical world. He was the chief surgeon when he performed the surgery, while she was just an assistant. Moreover, she was just an assistant who could be sent away by him at any time!
If he didn't let her participate in the surgery, then she wouldn't be able to participate in the surgery.
Bai Xue looked at him angrily, her clear eyes roaming over his handsome body. What was he so arrogant about? He was her patient three years ago and she had even cured him of his sexual impotence.
She really didn't recognize anyone the moment she got out of bed!
Sikong Heng glanced at Bai Xue. She was a little indignant, but he didn't know what she was up to. Her clear eyes roamed over his body.
Sikong Heng coughed lightly. "Doctor Bai, do you need me to stick to you?"
"No need, Doctor Sikong. I'll leave on my own."
Bai Xue turned around to leave. But when she passed by the entrance, she conveniently took the documents of his surgery.
…
In another room. When the first rays of the sun shone through the curtains, Xia Ling slowly opened her eyes.
She was awake.
She was still sleeping in the crook of a strong arm. Her luscious lashes fluttered and his handsome face grew larger in her vision.
The two of them slept on a large bed, covered by a silk quilt. His upper body was naked.
The memories from last night flooded her mind and her face flushed red. She couldn't help but look at his handsome face.
A ring of stubble appeared on his firm jaw, making him look very masculine.
Xia Ling stretched out her soft hand and gently stroked his beard.
To be able to wake up in his arms in the morning was truly a blissful thing.
Ding! Her phone rang.
Xia Ling picked up her phone. It was a message from her assistant — -Angel, I've already brought Mu Mu and Mei Mei to the resort hotel.
Xia Ling's sleepy eyes were wide awake. Mu Mu and Mei Mei were here, but she was still sleeping with Xuan Ying!
Should I wake him up?
Xia Ling looked at Xuan Ying's sleeping face and suddenly hardened her heart. Although she was drunk last night, it didn't mean that she wasn't angry at all!
In this relationship, he had retreated, felt inferior, and wasn't firm. He had pushed her away time and time again, and she still wanted to punish him.
Only then would he know where he was wrong and cherish her and her two daughters.
Xia Ling got off the bed quietly, put on her clothes and left.
…
The moment Xia Ling left, Xuan Ying moved and opened his eyes.
He turned his body sideways, placing his hand on her soft waist out of habit. He wanted to pull that soft and fragrant body into his arms.
"Lingling, sleep for a while more." His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken up.
But the next second, he froze.
There was no one beside him. Xia Ling was no longer there.
Xuan Ying quickly got up, his dark eyes scanning the huge room before he got off the bed. He picked up the black trousers on the carpet and put them on. "Lingling, Lingling."
No one responded to him.
Lingling seemed to have left.
Xuan Ying's heart instantly tensed up. Last night, she had turned into a seductive little vixen and had practically sucked his soul away. He had lived a rough life for the past three years, but she had become an exquisite little woman. She had kept herself fresh and he had been the one to enjoy it last night.
As a man with late-stage male chauvinism, his heart felt good. He was proud that she had taken care of him.
But when he woke up this morning, she was no longer in his arms.
The emptiness made him feel a little lost. He couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong to make her angry again.
Xuan Ying really couldn't understand a woman's thoughts, but he knew one thing. If his wife was angry, it must be his fault.
What else could he do? Coax her!
He coaxed her with all his might!
Xuan Ying put on the trousers, put on the T-shirt and quickly opened the room door. He went to Xia Ling's room to look for her, but she wasn't in the room. He asked a few attendants, but no one had seen her.
Where did she go?
Xuan Ying was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He had always treated her like a treasure and last night, they had been even more passionate. She had given him a taste of her best side and even if she wanted his life, he would give it to her.
Now that she had disappeared, he was really anxious.
Xuan Ying quickly took the lift downstairs and just happened to meet Sikong Heng's personal assistant.
The personal assistant said, "Silver Mask King, where are you going now? The surgery is scheduled for this afternoon, you should …"
"Tell Doctor Sikong that the surgery is canceled. I'm fine now!" Xuan Ying strode into the lift.
"…"
The personal assistant was completely stunned. What did he just hear?
He had recovered on his own without going through the surgery?
How was that possible? Was there an even more miraculous doctor than his Boss?
…
Xuan Ying hurried to the lobby of the resort hotel. He wanted to check the surveillance cameras to find out where Lingling had gone.
His footsteps were steady and he had the imposing aura of a soldier. At this moment, there was a cracking sound. He seemed to have stepped on something and something broke under his military boots.
Xuan Ying stopped in his tracks. Lowering his eyes, he saw that it was a pink piggy lollipop.
He had stepped on a lollipop and crushed it.
At this moment, he heard a childish voice. "My lollipop … Uncle, you've crushed my lollipop …"
Xuan Ying lifted his eyes. There was a cute little girl in front of him. She was about three years old and she was wearing a princess dress. The lollipop had been crushed and the little girl's bright eyes were filled with tears.
She pouted her pink lips and looked like she was about to cry.
Xuan Ying froze. He didn't know why, but this little girl had softened his heart. He had never coaxed such a little girl before and he didn't know what to do. "Don't cry, Uncle will buy you a new lollipop, alright?"
The little girl's eyes fell and she started crying.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Uncle will buy you two."
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