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{Chapter: 366: Doctor Jiang Rou's punishment!}
Jiang Rou's slender, delicate hands were soon resting against Lin Yuan's chest.
Despite the fact that she often held a scalpel and operated in the cold, sterile environment of the hospital, Lin Yuan was surprised by how soft and tender her touch felt. Her fingertips were warm, almost trembling.
It was a touch that lingered—not out of professionalism, but something far more personal.
Still, Lin Yuan remained composed, as calm and confident as always.
On the other hand, Jiang Rou's mind was anything but calm.
Her cheeks burned, her heart thumped wildly, and her breath grew increasingly shallow.
The second her hand made contact with his strong, well-defined chest, she felt like she had crossed an invisible line. She didn't dare move an inch.
Touching was already too much.
If she moved, even slightly, wouldn't that be like a lover's caress?
And that thought alone made her entire face flush crimson.
She could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat through her palm—so strong, so rhythmic, so alive.
But she could no longer analyze it the way she normally would.
Not because she lacked the knowledge.
But because her own heartbeat was louder, faster, more chaotic than his.
Her usually sharp and rational mind had turned into a jumbled mess. She couldn't even tell if she was measuring his heartbeat anymore—or if she was just losing herself in the heat between them.
Her fingers stiffened.
Her lips parted slightly.
She didn't dare to look up.
Frozen in place, her hands remained on his chest, and she stared at them as if stunned—like she couldn't believe what she was doing.
Lin Yuan looked down at her, smiling faintly, and asked in a low voice: "So? What's the verdict?"
His tone was playful, teasing even—but not mocking.
This time, Lin Yuan didn't manipulate his heartbeat to mess with her readings. He let it stay steady and strong.
But Jiang Rou didn't even notice the difference.
Her mind was elsewhere—overwhelmed by the closeness, the warmth, the intoxicating scent of his overwhelming hormones.
Flustered, she tried to gather herself. She bit her lip and shifted her weight slightly, trying to regain control of her wildly beating heart.
"I... I can't feel it clearly," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Her face was red all the way to her ears, and even her breathing had become irregular.
Lin Yuan chuckled. "Can't get a good read with your hands?" he asked smoothly. "Then maybe you should use your ears instead."
"Eh?" Jiang Rou blinked, stunned by his suggestion.
"Come on. Try it."
With those words, Lin Yuan casually reached out, placed a hand behind her head, and gently—but firmly—guided her closer.
Before she had a chance to react, her head was resting against his chest.
Her ear pressed against him.
His strong hand resting on the back of her head kept her from pulling away.
In an instant, she was locked in a posture that looked like a half-embrace.
"W-what...?"
She froze again.
She hadn't even processed what was happening yet. All she knew was that her cheek was against the solid warmth of his body, and the sound of his heartbeat—slow and deep—echoed directly into her ear.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
The rhythm was like a powerful drum, shaking through her, syncing with her blood.
"This... this is..." she stammered in her heart.
Why was she leaning on him like this?!
And why did it feel so natural... so addictive?
She didn't understand how it happened so fast.
How could Lin Yuan—someone she only recently got to know—suddenly hold her like this?
His movements hadn't been forceful... but they hadn't been gentle either. They were deliberate. Assertive. And just a little overbearing.
It wasn't the kind of action a polite gentleman would take.
But that was exactly what made her heart tremble more.
Her face was burning so hot, it could melt snow.
Jiang Rou's fingers tightened just slightly against his chest, the confusion in her eyes growing.
She knew his actions were excessive, but... for some reason, she didn't push him away.
She should have scolded him.
But she couldn't even find her voice.
And more importantly—she didn't want to.
This kind of rude and overbearing behavior, surprisingly, didn't make Jiang Rou feel uncomfortable.
She should have pushed him away.
She should have scolded him.
But instead...
…she found herself enjoying it.
She even...
...she even liked it a little.
[Ding! Jiang Rou's favorability +2! Reward: 400 counterattack points!]
A crisp system prompt echoed in Lin Yuan's mind, but he remained calm and focused, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Jiang Rou, meanwhile, was still blushing furiously, her slender body leaning fully against Lin Yuan's solid chest.
She had long forgotten the original purpose of their little interaction—to examine and understand Lin Yuan's mysterious heart condition.
That goal had melted away the moment her cheek touched his warmth.
Now, all she could do was listen—to the deep, powerful thud of his heartbeat.
Feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.
Smell the faint scent of aftershave and clean skin—a warm, intoxicating masculine fragrance that clung to him like an invisible lure.
Jiang Rou felt like she was under some kind of love spell.
Her normally calm and professional mind was clouded.
She was obsessed.
Lost in the moment.
And just when she was floating in that trance, basking in the warmth of his body and the nearness of his voice—
Lin Yuan's lazy, teasing tone snapped her out of it.
"So? Can you tell what's wrong with my heartbeat yet?" he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips.
His voice was like velvet, low and intimate—dangerously close.
"Uh…" Jiang Rou blinked rapidly, her cheeks instantly flushing even deeper.
She was completely leaning against his chest just now.
How could she concentrate on any kind of diagnosis like that?!
Lin Yuan clearly saw through her. With a slightly amused look, he raised his brows and said coolly, "Doctor Jiang, as a medical professional, it's really not okay to lose focus on the job."
He shifted slightly and leaned closer.
"Sit up straight. I think I need to punish you a little."
Jiang Rou's eyes widened.
"P-Punishment?" she repeated, voice timid, her tone soft and confused.
She quickly straightened up, her face flustered, and moved back to her original spot on the sofa, trying to gather her composure. But just as she tried to breathe normally—
She felt a warm hand gently lift her chin.
His fingers brushed against her skin—light, but electric.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Lin Yuan leaned in close, his eyes half-lidded, his smile filled with dangerous charm. His thumb gently caressed her jawline as he tilted her face up toward his.
"Woman," he said in a low, almost mocking whisper, "accept your punishment."
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Jiang Rou's heart almost leapt out of her chest. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She could hardly think straight.
This… this was just like those over-the-top CEO romance novels she secretly read at night!
The arrogant young master, the commanding tone, the sudden kiss…
She had always imagined something like this.
But never, not even once, did she think it would actually happen to her!
Before she could utter another word, Lin Yuan lowered his head—and suddenly, without any hesitation—
He kissed her.
His lips pressed against hers with surprising intensity, not too rough, but undeniably dominant.
Jiang Rou's eyes widened in shock. Her first instinct was panic.
What if Qiu Wanxi or the others came upstairs? What if someone saw?
She tried to push him away—her hands rising shakily against his chest.
But Lin Yuan didn't let up.
And after a moment of resistance...
Her hands... slowly lowered again.
Her shoulders softened.
Her lips stopped resisting.
She tilted her head slightly, dodging awkwardly but not running.
Because no matter how chaotic her thoughts were, no matter how intense the embarrassment—
She didn't hate this at all.
She didn't hate his kiss.
She didn't hate this kind of punishment.
In fact... she liked it.
She liked this feeling of being overpowered and cherished at the same time.
This dominant warmth.
This dangerous tenderness.
She… even loved it.
[Ding! Jiang Rou's favorability +1! Reward: 200 counterattack points!]
[Ding! …