Chapter 893 Were You Going to Live with Him?
"Why are you here?" Zephyr asked, opening the door.
Jane stood there, arms full of groceries, like she'd just come from the market.
"My boyfriend's hurt, and as his girlfriend, I need to take care of him. Move aside."
Before Zephyr could react, she barged in.
Zephyr stepped aside, a smile creeping onto his face as he watched her.
The cold house seemed to warm up with her arrival.
Jane looked around to get her bearings, then headed to the kitchen to unload her bags. She came back out shortly after.
Zephyr handed her a glass of water. "You've been taking care of me for a week; you must be exhausted. I'm fine now. You don't need to look after me anymore."
Jane took the glass, sipped, and glanced at the open first aid kit.
"Are you planning to change the dressing yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Are you stupid? You have a girlfriend, let me help."
Jane teased, then added, "Oh right, I forgot you've been a bit slow lately."
Zephyr had to admit he was a bit slow after the injury, unable to come up with a retort.
"Come closer."
Jane set the glass down, grabbed disinfectant and gauze from the kit, and smiled subtly at Zephyr's frustrated look.
Zephyr didn't argue and moved closer for her to apply the medicine.
Noticing Jane still in the same clothes she wore when she first got back, he asked, "Didn't you go home?"
"No, I went to the police station and then came straight here."
Jane skillfully bandaged his wound.
Seeing her thinner face and thinking about how tirelessly she’d been caring for him, a soft light flashed in Zephyr's eyes.
Jane looked up and met his gaze, raising an eyebrow. "Feeling sorry for me?"
Zephyr's eyes flickered, and he looked away. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just reminding you that you're a girl and should pay attention to hygiene. You came back and didn't even go home to clean up first?"
Jane's face remained expressionless, her hands still moving.
After finishing the bandaging, she raised her hand to sniff herself.
"I've been showering every day at the hospital; I shouldn't smell bad, right?"
Zephyr tied his robe and teased, "Are you even a woman? I've never seen one as unkempt as you."
Jane suddenly leaned in close. "Zephyr, I'm your fiancée. You need to get used to my unkemptness."
Her eyes were bright, like stars lighting up his heart.
Zephyr's heart skipped a beat, his eyes flickering. "What fiancée? You're making things up again."
Jane straightened up. "Seems you dislike me because I'm not dressed up. Fine, I'll change that."
Zephyr was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Jane said, "You don't like it when I'm unkempt, right? I'll borrow your bathroom to clean up and make myself presentable, okay?"
Zephyr was speechless. "Don't you have a bathroom at home? Why use mine?"
Jane replied, "Because other people's stuff always seems better."
Zephyr was speechless.
"I'll make you some food first. You can watch TV for a bit."
Jane got up and went to the kitchen.
Watching her busy figure, Zephyr lost in thought for a while before snapping out of it.
'What does Jane mean?'
'She wants to use my bathroom later; is she planning to move in with me?'
Zephyr's heart inexplicably sped up, a faint excitement rising, though he didn't know why.
Taking a deep breath, he turned on the TV, randomly finding a channel, watching absentmindedly.
Jane finished cooking and came out of the kitchen, intending to go to the bathroom first.
As she passed through the living room, she glanced at the TV and saw the male and female leads kissing passionately.
In the dim light, the man pressed the woman against the door, kissing her fervently.
Jane paused, looking at Zephyr sitting on the sofa with a half-smile.
"So, Dr. Wright has a hidden wild side?"
Zephyr's attention had been on Jane, not noticing what was on TV.
Seeing this, he hurriedly turned off the TV, his handsome face full of embarrassment.
"No, you misunderstood."
Jane raised an eyebrow slightly, slowly approaching the sofa, leaning down a bit, her hands on either side of Zephyr, looking at him with interest.
"I misunderstood? You were the one who turned on the TV."
Jane had just finished cooking, still carrying a hint of the kitchen's aroma.
But it wasn't unpleasant.
Zephyr was flustered, opening his mouth but unable to speak.
He couldn't very well say that his attention had been on her, and the TV was just a prop.
"Why aren't you saying anything? If you're a man, own up to what you did."
Jane continued to tease, seeing Zephyr's embarrassed face.
"At your age, it's normal to be curious about sex. If you didn't, I'd be worried about your sexual function."
As she spoke, she glanced at Zephyr's lower body.
Zephyr, feeling his male pride challenged by Jane, got a bit angry.
So he pushed Jane onto the sofa, leaning over her.
"Officer Harvey, are you provoking me to test my sexual function?"
Jane looked at Zephyr without moving and said, "Then prove to me that there's nothing wrong with your sexual function."
Jane had provoked him multiple times, did she really think he was devoid of aggression?
Zephyr's gaze fell on Jane's lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He slowly lowered his head, intending to kiss her.
The phone suddenly rang, breaking the intimate atmosphere.
Zephyr paused, looking at Jane, who had just closed her eyes, now slowly opening them, feeling a bit awkward as he tried to straighten up.
Unexpectedly, Jane pulled him back, cupping his face and leaning in.
Jane's cool lips softly pressed against his, and Zephyr froze, his heart pounding wildly.
Flashes of the scene at the club, where Jane had pretended to be a nightclub girl clinging to him, crossed his mind.
At this moment, driven by instinct, Zephyr held Jane's slender waist, closed his eyes, and responded.
His body gradually heated up, and Zephyr began to want more.
The phone stopped ringing, paused for two seconds, and then started ringing again.
Zephyr tightened his hold on Jane, pressing her onto the sofa.
Jane turned her head, avoiding Zephyr's kiss.
"Answer the phone."
Jane's chest heaved slightly, her usually cool face tinged with a bit of blush.
Her clear eyes also carried a hint of feminine charm.
Zephyr swallowed, his voice hoarse "Ignore it."
Right now, he just wanted to make love to her.
Jane pushed against his chest.
"That's enough. You're still injured."
Zephyr was speechless.
He was injured, but his sexual function was fine.
Jane had given him a taste and then pulled back, making him seriously suspect she was toying with him!
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