"Undress me," Yong Liwei said, although it sounded more like an order.

Lu Mengjie raised a brow as she went in front of him and crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. From the last time I remembered, your hands were not chopped off."

"But I punched a bunch of faces. I don't have the strength to undress," he retorted. A mischievous glint was seen in his eyes.

"..."

"See?" He tried to raise his hand but he intentionally acted as if he couldn't move them at all.

"I saw you use that joystick." She scoffed.

He blinked a few times. "Oh, that was the last of my strength earlier."

"..."

It was not like she minded undressing him. In fact, she would love to see his body again. She had been wiping his body clean while he was unconscious so she didn't mind helping him bathe at all.

She used her phone to message his assistant, Niu Jiachen, about buying the wound protector and a waterproof leg cast. She had added him in her WeChat after he visited Yong Liwei while he was unconscious.

"There, let's wait for Mr. Niu to come and bring your wound protector." She placed the phone on top of the wooden platform where the wash basin was.

"Are you going to see him in that attire?" Yong Liwei eyed the towel that was wrapped around her body just so she could cover her chest.

"Of course not." She was not as shameless as her mother who could even go and greet guests in her nightwear. Lu Mengjie remembered how her father panicked back then.

She was about to take the bathrobe but she paused upon feeling the towel loosening around her. It so happened that Yong Liwei reached out and held its edge to take it off from her.

"Mr. Yong!" She quickly covered her breasts with her arms. Lu Mengjie didn't wear her bra since she was going to take a bath anyway.

"It's not like I haven't seen them anyways." The side of his lips crept up into a teasing smirk.

"Still!" She huffed. Her cheeks were red as she turned her back to him to reach out for the bathrobe.

She wore it and as she was about to tie the belt around her waist, she suddenly felt a pair of hands on her waist. She sighed inwardly as she stayed still on the ground. "Liwei, the doctor said that the wound on your legs might reopen if you walk around."

"You won't come to me so I have to come to you instead." His husky voice beside her ear sent shivers down her body. Its seductive rhythm reverberated in her body, knowing what it wanted.

No, she shouldn't be distracted. She shouldn't give in to the devil that was whispering in her ear. "This is not what we talked about."

"What did we talk about?" His hands began playing with the belt of her robe. He was ready to untie them again but was stopped when his wife held his hands still.

Her whole body was pressed up against his. Her thoughts were spinning because of the tremendous, primitive effect on her while yet being so damn aggravating. How could she be so turned on by a man whose comments were supposed to turn her off?

"Hm, Mengjie? Tell me."

She drew her eyes tight to combat the surge of arousal she felt as a result of his authoritative tone. "You have yet to tell me the truth, remember?"

"We can talk about that later." Her ear was stroked by his lips. One of his hands crept through the robe and fell flat on her stomach, his fingers urging her back against him.

Behind her, she could feel his arousal, hard and thick. Her own intense need for him was fueled by his muscular frame that was oozing heat and hunger. She would be lying to herself if she told that she wasn't yearning for him. At the same time, her excessive rage was fueled by her lingering frustration with his games.

"Stop, Liwei." She finally faced him in his grip, slumping against the wall to relieve her heated back.

"Stop what?" He reached out and pressed his left palm against the wall on the side of her head, caging her. His luscious hair framed his gorgeous face as he curved over her. He supported his forearm against the wall to bring himself closer while his other hand was now resting on her hip.

She locked her gaze with his, her expression was solemn. She didn't have much breathing room, but she wasn't going to succumb to his and her inner self's desires. "Do you want me to sleep in the other room tonight?"

Finally, Yong Liwei stopped. He pulled away and brought his hands down to his sides. "I can break down the door."

"If you do it, then I'll leave this place with our son. Don't test me, Liwei," she warned.

Unlike back then, Yong Liwei wouldn't be able to use Han Yizhou against her. Whatever decisions he would make, he would need to bear the consequences.

"Why are you so against of telling me the truth anyway? Why do you want to keep it to yourself? Do you really want me to blame you? I am already giving you a chance, Liwei."

"What if I lied?"

She paused, her eyes darkened as she dug her nails in her palms. She gritted her teeth. Yeah, she knew that he could lie to manipulate her. "Then why are you not doing it? Why are you keeping your mouth shut instead of saying something that will gain my trust back for you?"

Once again, his lips were sealed. This time, he averted his gaze from her.

"See? You're doing it again." She huffed. "You can just lie straight to my face right now but why are you not doing it?"

He heaved out an exasperated sigh as he finally snapped. "That's because I can't bring myself to lie to you anymore, okay? I don't want to lie to you again."