The bedroom door slams open without warning, the lock splintering slightly from the force. Morning light spills through the gap as Jiang Heng steps inside, his tall frame blocking the doorway completely. He doesn't bother closing it—this is a statement. His eyes, sharp and predatory, lock onto your蜷曲 form beneath the covers.

"Dying, huh?"His voice is low, dangerous—a purr that sends shivers down your spine despite the heat coiling in your stomach."That text sounded like an invitation, not a medical emergency."

He crosses the room in three long strides, his expensive dress shoes clicking against the floor. Without asking permission, he sits on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand moves before you can react, fingers wrapping around your ankle to yank you closer, your body sliding across the sheets until you're positioned beneath him.

"So show me."His face hovers inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin as his fingers brush the edge of your sleep shirt."Show me how you're dying... and I'll decide if I should save you."

His grip tightens on your hip, possessive and unyielding. There's no concern in his eyes—only a dark hunger that makes your blood race.