I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

Chapter 169 - 132: Uninvited Guest from Mexico (Part 2)

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Jiang He scratched his head.

She’d already laid it all out. Refusing again would just be foolish.

Besides, deep down... he actually wanted this too.

"Oh... well, then, you can come over?"

"Mhm, I’m coming."

Shen Yu immediately got out of bed, lifted the covers, and slid in!

The faint scent of her body wash instantly filled Jiang He’s nostrils.

Shen Yu lay very primly on the other side of the bed, even deliberately scooting toward the edge.

They lay back to back, neither saying a word.

An undercurrent churned in the silence.

The romantic tension always seemed to brew and intensify in the silence...

Jiang He could already smell his wife’s sweet fragrance.

If he just turned over, he could touch her soft, warm body.

Soon, his mind was filled with images from their past life, of the two of them sleeping in each other’s arms.

’I want to hold her.’

’I want to pull her tight into my arms.’

’I want to kiss her forehead, kiss her all over. I want to feel the warmth of her skin, to do the most intimate things with her on this big bed.’

’I even... want to make a baby with her right now.’

’But I can’t.’

’Our relationship isn’t official yet.’

’I just put on such a big act, saying I wanted to give her a proper confession. If I turn around and pounce on her now, it’ll change everything!’

’Dammit! When can we finally make it official?! Can I just confess tomorrow?!’

Jiang He was about to cry from desperation.

—Jiang He wants, but Jiang He cannot have.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Shen Yu was no less nervous than he was.

She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

It was an incredibly strange feeling.

For the first time in her nineteen years, she was sharing a blanket with a boy.

And this boy was the person she’d decided to spend her life with.

The air under the covers seemed to be gradually heating up...

This feeling of subtle intimacy and push-and-pull made her feel both shy and excited.

It had the thrill of doing something bad behind her parents’ backs.

The two of them remained in this stalemate.

Because they were sleeping back to back, even though they were under the same blanket, a gap inevitably formed between their bodies.

The cold air from the air conditioner snaked in through this gap.

Shen Yu felt a chill on her back.

She bit her lip and decided to take the initiative again.

"Dr. Jiang... we shouldn’t be so far apart. A draft is getting in the middle, and it’s kind of cold."

’Could I be any more direct?! I all but shouted, "Hold me!"’

Hearing this, Jiang He quickly replied, "Oh, oh, okay, okay."

Then, he reached out, grabbed the blanket between them, and pulled it down firmly, stuffing the gap shut and tucking it in tight.

He pressed the blanket more snugly against Shen Yu’s back to ensure she definitely wouldn’t get cold.

After doing all this, he asked very considerately, "Is it still cold?"

"..."

Shen Yu closed her eyes in despair.

’Blockhead! He’s an absolute blockhead!’

’Agh! Serves you right for being so handsome and never having been in a relationship! Serves you right for being single!’

Shen Yu now understood completely. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

If the mountain won’t come to me, then I’ll go to the mountain.

She began to regulate her breathing, making it steady and deep.

’Time for my ultimate secret technique: Feigning Sleep!’

「A few minutes later.」

A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips.

Shen Yu seemed to be asleep.

A few more minutes passed.

She pretended to roll over, smacking her lips and mumbling some sleep talk, "Mmm... mung bean cake... delicious..."

The deliberate sleep talk was just meant to send a signal:

’I’m asleep now, you know. Everything I’m doing now is just part of a dream, it’s all subconscious, okay? So you can’t blame me, okay?’

After putting on the full performance, Shen Yu mustered her courage.

Suddenly—

She whipped around!

Her whole body pressed right up against Jiang He.

Before Jiang He could react, one of Shen Yu’s arms had already shot across, wrapping directly around his waist.

Her head bumped against his back!

She was still muttering, "Mmm... big bear... so soft..."

Jiang He: "!!!"

’My first reaction is... should I push her away?’

’No, she’s already asleep. If I push her away now and wake her up, things will get even more awkward.’

’So don’t push her away? But with her holding me like this, how could I possibly sleep?’

Jiang He was silent for a long time.

Then, finally, he gradually began to convince himself:

’Things have already come to this. My wife came to me on her own, so it’s not like I’m being a creep, right?’

’We’re going to get married eventually anyway. Holding my wife while we sleep is just... simply holding her. That’s not crossing a line, is it?’

’It’s not crossing a line. This is just to help her sleep more soundly.’

’It’s not too much, right? Right, it’s not too much!’

Logical loop complete.

Jiang He had finally succeeded in hypnotizing himself.

So, he slowly turned over.

In the faint starlight, he could see Shen Yu’s face, mere inches away.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her breath tickled his chin.

Jiang He reached out, carefully, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Then he pulled her into his embrace.

He performed the action with extreme fluidity.

In his past life, he had held her like this countless times as they fell asleep, and he had long since memorized the sleeping position that suited her best.

The moment Jiang He pulled her into his arms, Shen Yu, still pretending to be asleep, let out a mental "Huh?"

’Something’s not right.’

’This is twelve-out-of-ten-levels of not right!’

’I originally thought that for an innocent, straight-laced guy like Jiang He who can’t even take a hint, his embrace would definitely be awkward and stiff.’

’But... why does he feel so practiced?!’

’Huh? What’s the deal with this guy? Could it be that he used to hold girls while he slept all the time?’

A trace of doubt flashed through Shen Yu’s mind, but it was quickly submerged by the intense sensory stimulation that followed.