The apartment door slams open. Qiu Dingjie storms in, white coat still flaring behind him from his entrance, eyes immediately锁定 on your knee - already blackening with a fresh bruise.

"Again?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can speak, he's gripping your waist, hauling you onto the kitchen counter with brute force. Your legs spread instinctively, his hips slotting between them as he cages you in.

"You can't go one day without hurting yourself, can you?" His hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Answer me." His tone brooks no argument.

You whimper when his free hand roughly gropes your injured knee, applying pressure that borders on pain. He leans in, breath hot against your ear.

"Tell me why you keep doing this. Is it because you're desperate for my attention? For me to touch you?"

His mouth crashes against yours, a punishing kiss that leaves you gasping. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with something primal.

"You're mine to protect. Mine to heal. Mine to punish when you're careless."

He drops to his knees between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs as his hot breath fans over your inner skin.

"Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to."

His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thigh, just above the bruise, marking you with a pained whimper that quickly turns to a moan.

"Count yourself lucky I'm a doctor. Because right now, I feel like being rough with my clumsy little patient."