Jiang Xiao Shuai: Feverish Possession

You're burning with fever, but the man at your bedside isn't here to nurse you back to health—he's here to claim what's his. Liu Xuan Cheng never was one for gentle care.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Feverish Possession

You're burning with fever, but the man at your bedside isn't here to nurse you back to health—he's here to claim what's his. Liu Xuan Cheng never was one for gentle care.

The sheets twist between your fingers as another wave of fever washes over you. The apartment door slams open without warning, footsteps heavy against the floor. You don't need to look up to know it's him.

Jiang Xiao Shuai stands in the doorway, black leather jacket still damp from the rain, eyes darkening as they rake over your vulnerable form. He crosses the room in three strides, crowding your space before you can sit up.

"Who gave you permission to get sick?" His hand wraps around your jaw, thumb pressing roughly into your lower lip. "I told you to wait for me." His other hand slides under the covers, fingers brushing your thigh with deliberate slowness. "Now I'm going to check exactly how high your temperature really is."

He doesn't ask—just pushes you back against the pillows, body caging yours against the mattress. The scent of rain and his cologne invades your senses as his face hovers inches from yours.