Alaricka had no intention of helping him. He'd violently rejected her touch earlier, slamming her arm against the wall. Her elbow throbbed painfully; she hadn't checked, but knew it must be bruised.

But the driver needed to pick up his next passenger.

With reluctant grace, Alarieka walked over, gripping the man’s arms firmly.

“Get up, young master.”

The instant her hands touched him, his ragged breathing grew harsh. His eyes locked onto hers, predatory, as if he might lunge and sink his teeth into her slender neck.

Suddenly, the arm beneath her hands felt scalding hot. She clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to shove him away.

Her voice turned icy. “Stop rutting here. Move. See a doctor.”

She yanked harder, nearly pulling his upper body sideways.

The man shut his eyes, lips pressed tight as he endured for a moment. Then, bracing himself, he slowly followed her pull out of the car.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Alarieka gritted her teeth.

The damn man dumped his entire weight onto her. He felt like a burning hot water bottle against her skin.

How heavy was he? Straining, she barely kept them both upright.

“Stand properly! I can’t hold you!”

As Alaricka snapped, she felt his head suddenly press against her neck. His burning forehead glued to her skin, scorching breath washing over it. Suppressed moans escaped his thin lips, as if he’d lost all control. His arms grew restless, reaching for her. A large hand gripped her waist as his whole body pressed closer.

Alarieka ground her teeth, shoving his hand away. “Stop this madness! Look where we are!”

The man panted heavily: “So uncomfortable… I feel awful…”

Alarieka knew the medicine was taking effect. If she didn’t get him inside soon, he’d lose control right at the hospital entrance.

She pinched his arm, dragging him forward: “Move! Now! Don’t embarrass us here.”

He stumbled along with her pull.

Just as Alarieka thought he was cooperating, his head resting on her shoulder turned. Hot lips brushed against her delicate neck, breath steaming her skin.

Alarieka froze. She yanked his hair back.

“Stop this.”

His eyes fluttered open. Panting, he murmured: “I need you… want you…”

Alaricka’s face paled then flushed.

His burning hand suddenly cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her face. “So beautiful,” he mumbled.

Both hands occupied supporting him, she couldn’t block him. By the time she slapped his hand away, his fingers had traced her eyebrows, eyes, and nose bridge.

Alaricka:…

She swore if he weren’t drugged senseless, she’d kick him straight in the crotch.

No more niceties. She hauled him inside, got him registered, dragged him to the clinic, and dumped him with the doctor.

After everything, Alarieka slumped onto a hospital bench, catching her breath.

She glanced down at the ID card in her hand—found in his pocket moments earlier.

Shi Yao.

This man not only has a handsome face but also a very pleasant name.

Alarieka stuffed the ID card into her pocket and looked at the closed ward door.

Except, this man’s mouth is rather unpleasant and rude.

Right now, he’s still asleep in the ward, hooked up to an IV drip.

Doctors and nurses are still inside checking his condition.

Shi Yao’s clothing doesn’t look expensive, and he rarely goes out—especially that day in the hallway when Alarieka noticed takeout containers and instant noodle cups in the trash bag by his door.

He looks every bit like an unemployed young man.

No job means no money.

So Alarieka arranged a shared ward for him – medical fees aren’t too steep – hoping he’d transfer payment when he woke up.