Chapter 79 - Inpatient Life

Damon kissed me on the lips so passionately that I could feel his heart beating faster.
　　And his hands no longer refused to hold me meekly and began to roam over my body.
　　He slid his large hands into my hospital gown and left flames on my skin.
　　Finally Damon let go of my lips and that's when I was able to breathe and I took a big breath of air.
　　And my body also with Damon's hands deeper and deeper, gradually in the hot, hands have not yet finished drinking milk tea has long been Damon snatched away, precisely thrown on the table.
　　The moment I saw the milk tea being thrown out, heartache flashed in my eyes, and my throat was just about to make a sound when Damon interrupted.
　　Because of my distraction, Damon seemed a little angry, and his big hand squeezed hard on my chest while his tongue licked over the milk tea left on my neck.
　　And the sound that I wanted to exclaim out, managed to turn into a moan.
　　I jerked awake when Damon's hand shifted to my pants.
　　"Damon, no, I ...... still have my legs up there." I grabbed Damon's wrist, trying to stop him from encroaching further.
　　Damon looked at me, the fire of desire rising in his eyes, while his hands increased in intensity again.
　　"Little fox, it's been too long since we've done it, do you know how much I've missed you?" Damon buried his head on my shoulder, and the ambiguous air was so tainted with the fire of desire that even Damon's voice was tainted.
　　Every word he uttered carried a great wave of temptation and heat that burned my skin and my tense nerves.
　　My only remaining consciousness told me to stop now, and the hand I had just dropped grabbed Damon's wrist hard again.
　　"Don't reject me, I really miss you, I miss your taste, I miss your body, I miss you ......" Damon's words were getting urgent.
　　But this was a hospital! I pushed Damon away as soon as I could, ashamed of my submissiveness.
　　Damon was also stunned by my sudden resistance and froze for a moment, still holding me in place.
"I... My wound hurts."
"Where does it hurt?" Damon seemed to really believe this excuse of mine, and the fire of lust in his eyes all but receded in that instant.
　　Only his scent lingered on his body, proving that the situation had just nearly gotten out of hand.
　　I looked to my injured leg.
　　Damon's expression was very tense.
　　"The doctor said that it's just a bruise, these are taken care of, probably recovering, I'm worried that you're afraid to scratch it when you're recovering and end up leaving scars, so I let the doctor bandage it up for you ."
　　Damon looked at the gauze wrapped around my leg, then looked up and explained to me.
　 I really enjoyed this feeling, like a princess held in his hands.
　　"What's wrong? If you still feel pain, I'll ask the doctor to take another look at you." Damon muttered in a small voice.
　　"No, I just want to go down for a walk." I turned my head, worried that I would lose my mind at the sight of Damon's face and that he would see through my lies.
　　"This is not allowed, even for your walk in a month, you need to stay in bed for a week."
　　When Damon heard me trying to get out of bed, he refused my request outright, and with a very serious expression that would not be denied.
　　I nodded dumbly.
　　Looking at my obedient appearance, Damon gently held my head and tenderly planted a kiss as light as a feather on my forehead.
　　I closed my eyes and enjoyed this cozy moment exclusive to me, if I could, I wish time could just freeze in this moment.
　　The hospital stay was not as boring or as leisurely as I thought it would be.
　　Except that Damon would appear in the middle of the ward every day, always constantly teasing me, seemingly because he was not willing to endure the torture of desire alone, to bring me along to experience the celebration and pain of this cliffside brake.
　　I wasn't always able to find the perfect excuse to escape Damon's pestering.
　　And Yura will always appear at the right time to interrupt Damon to continue his good work, Damon's attitude towards Yura is also gradually going to the lowest point in history.
　　"Che, I don't even care, don't you think it's especially cool to watch him get angry?"
　　This is what Yura told me when I asked about the change in Damon's attitude toward her.
　　During these days, Damon would always bring me super delicious food, and it was always taken away when I had a bite or two, and sometimes confiscated by Yura.
　　In their words, it was me to help me stay in shape, and Yura told me that being able to resist the temptation of food was also a very important part of the devil's training.
　　My attitude towards Damon was getting easier and easier, and the termination of my contract with him seemed to be behind me.
It wasn't until Morgan reappeared in front of me that I realized that this time was just a wonderful time that I had stolen.