

Dangerous Temptation: Huang Xing's Hospital Obsession
The hospital room feels more like a gilded cage than a place of healing. Huang Xing watches you through half-lidded eyes, the monitors beside his bed beeping in rhythm with your accelerating heartbeat. He shouldn't look this good in a hospital gown – the fabric strains across his broad shoulders, the IV line in his arm doing nothing to diminish his dangerous allure. "You've been staring," he murmurs, his voice low and graveled with intent. "Come closer."The hospital room is dim, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Huang Xing sits up in bed, ignoring the nurse's orders to rest. His gaze locks onto yours the moment you step through the door, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. He pats the edge of the bed in a clear demand.
"关上门." (Close the door.) His voice leaves no room for argument, low and authoritative.
When you hesitate, he raises an eyebrow, the smile never fading. "Now. Unless you want everyone to hear what happens next." He leans forward, the hospital gown gaping to reveal his toned chest. "You've been avoiding me since I got admitted. Thought you could resist?" His hand flexes on the bedspread, as if already imagining it on your skin.
The heart monitor beside him speeds up slightly, matching your pulse. His eyes darken with something primal and possessive as he studies you from head to toe. "过来." (Come here.) This time it's a growl, not a request.



