Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

Although Si Wan hankered after this kind of feeling, she wished Gong Siming could wake up soon.

“You know, I’ve never been so close to you. Now I can hold your hands and touch your face. How I wish we could stop the time.”

Holding Gong Siming’s hand, Si Wan sounded sorrowful.

“But it wouldn’t. You are Gong Siming, a man as proud as a god. You wouldn’t want to be so feeble, and I couldn’t be so selfish. So, please wake up.”

Scalding tears fell on the back of Gong Siming’s hand and burnt his heart.

“When you wake up, feel free to scold, resent, hate, torture or even leave me, as long as you are happy and safe.”

Si Wan pressed Gong Siming’s palm against her face.

Tears gathered in his palm and formed a tarn.

“I would rather lose you than see you hurt. Ming, wake up, please!”

He felt the wet warmth and painful tremble from his palm.

A drop of crystal tear trickled down from the corner of Gong Siming’s eye.

His heart of stone cracked while his mind was filled with Si Wan’s sadness, laughter, and indifferent facial expression.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

According to the doctor, as long as the anesthetic wore off, Gong Siming would wake up.

However, by the next afternoon, Gong Siming was still unconscious.

Her anxious heart was gripped tighter.

In a complete fluster, Si Wan directly called the doctor in again.

After a thorough examination, doctors found no signs of a fever or deterioration. Why was he still unconscious?

At the sight of the anxious doctor, Si Wan thought Gong Siming’s wound had deteriorated again.

“Doctor, how is Sim… President Gong?”

Si Wan, with her back toward Gong Siming, looked nervously at the doctor.

Fixing his eyes on Gong Siming, the doctor was surprised to see the man opening his eyes when Si Wan turned around.

As the doctor was about to tell Si Wan, Gong Siming signaled him with a fierce glance, making the doctor hold back his tongue.

A doctor would never have the courage to disobey President Gong.

He had to make up an excuse to deceive Junior Mrs. Gong.

The profuse sweat of the doctor frightened Si Wan. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

“Madam, President Gong is fine. It’s just that he often overextends himself, and was too anxious to meet you, his wound was split open twice, and he lost too much blood. Just lift his spirit and let him rest properly, he will wake up soon.”

Gong Siming closed his eyes with satisfaction, and the doctor ran away from Si Wan’s room.

Turning around, she looked at Gong Siming, who was lying in bed.

Si Wan started to tell him events in their childhood.

Without Si Wan’s notice, Xiaoyu had stood by her side.

She quietly watched Si Wan elaborating on the stories of the past. While Si Wan talked and laughed, tears fell from Xiaoyu’s eyes.

It had been two days and three nights since Si Wan drank or ate last time.

At the beginning, Si Wan was resting, which didn’t cost much of her physical energy. But later she had been taking care of Gong Siming, which was especially exhausting.

She lost a lot of weight and looked haggard.

The others couldn’t help feeling pitiful and distressed for her.

“Director Si, you should at least eat something.”

Xiaoyu choked with sobs. Although she had tried her best to control her emotion, once she spoke, she couldn’t help feeling like crying.

“Tell them to eat first, I’m not hungry.”

Turning her head, Si Wan gave a reassuring smile, but Xiaoyu felt even more distressed.

“How is it possible that you aren’t hungry? It’s been two days.”

“Xiaoyu, I entrust you with the shooting of our advertisement, so you should go back and rest! No worries, I’m fine.”

Si Wan chimed in lest Xiaoyu’s negative words would influence Gong Siming while pushing her out of the room.

When she quietly returned to Gong Siming’s side, it was nightfall again.

In a coma, Gong Siming kept muttering complaints of coldness, but two quilts had been placed over his body, and it was in hot summer!

In desperation, she called the doctor again. Gong Siming was really good at putting on a show.

The doctor had to make up a story of keeping him warm with her body, through which he intended to guide Si Wan to take a rest.

Quite embarrassed, Si Wan sent the doctor away and removed one quilt. Now she felt extremely nervous.

She had to take a hot bath and pick out the most conservative pajamas.

Si Wan doubted the hotel’s selection of night gowns, which were too revealing and arousing. Even the most conservative piece sent a flush through her.

When she crept into Gong Siming’s quilt and touched his skin, her hair immediately stood on end.

Si Wan tried hard to calm down and, in the meanwhile, she was worried about touching Gong Siming’s wound accidentally.

Drowsiness was kicking in, and Si Wan unwittingly fell asleep holding Gong Siming’s arm.

Gong Siming suffered a lot as her soft and firm breasts were tightly pressed against his arm.

Flames of desire was spreading from his belly throughout his entire body. Gong Siming found it unbearable, which made him feel like intimacy with her.

Then he felt a gush of coolness spreading from his arm.

Tears kept running down from the corners of Si Wan’s eyes, which instantly quenched his desire.

Gently wiping her tears, he looked at the woman and found her face smaller than before.

As he reflected on what Si Wan had said during the day, his grim face was filled with sadness, distress, and guilt.

“I am sorry.”

He gently whispered in Si Wan’s ear, and her body moved closer to him.

To restrain his desire, Gong Siming forced himself to sleep.

They snuggled and had a quiet night of sleep.

Si Wan woke up early in the morning.

She abruptly stood up but fainted on the floor.

The thud of her fall awakened Gong Siming.

She vigorously shook her head and struggled to get up. Through her blurred vision, she saw Gong Siming getting up with difficulty.

She tottered towards Gong Siming.

“You’re finally awake!”

She pounced on Gong Siming but didn’t dare to exert too much strength.

She hugged Gong Siming and whimpered in a low voice.

“I’m starving!”

A hoarse voice came out of Gong Siming’s mouth.

“I’m gonna get you something to eat.”

Following her words, Si Wan ran to the door.

But a warm hand tightly gripped her.

“Your clothes!”

As Gong Siming ran his eyes over her revealing pajamas, Si Wan blushed immediately.

“Why don’t you call room service?”

Suddenly enlightened, Si Wan hurried to make the call.

She didn’t dare look at Gong Siming again. The thought of the scene just now made her blush again.

Then Si Wan remembered Gong Siming’s hoarse voice. Pouring a glass of water, she handed it to the man.

She found the sheet she used last night and wrapped it around her body.

At the sight of the adorable and careful Si Wan, Gong Siming gave a hearty smile.

She rummaged about for her clothes. Where did Gong Siming put them?

“Well, President Gong, have you seen my clothes?”

With an innocent look, Gong Siming glanced at the bashful Si Wan and then grudgingly pointed at the sofa.

Following his finger, she found her luggage standing intact by the sofa.

She tottered over and hastily foraged about for her clothes.