Elias kept his eyes half-open the whole time, catching every little movement Giselle made with perfect crity. He chuckled softly to himself.

  If he hadn't been worried that such intimate contact in a private spot would be too much stimution for Giselle—this little virgin—he definitely would have cmped her hand tight with his armpit so she couldn't pull away.

  Most girls going through puberty had active imaginations and craved beautiful boys.

  But those thoughts usually stayed only in their heads. Chatting with roommates every night about some guy's long legs or pale arms already counted as "taking action."

  Giselle obviously wasn't that kind of girl. She always kept her face cold, her entire body radiating a "strangers keep out" aura. That was exactly why, even though she looked like the heroine of an idol drama, no boys dared approach her.

  She was also always alone, making people wonder if she even had any interest in men at all.

  The answer was clearly yes.

  Right now, Giselle's thoughts were starting to wander, all because of that brief sensation against her fingertips. It left her slightly dazed.

  A trance she herself wasn't even aware of.

  If even his armpit felt that soft, then other pces…

  "…Miss? Hey, miss!"

  Giselle was pulled out of it by the doctor's voice. Her eyes cleared instantly, and she ruthlessly cast aside the messy thoughts in her mind, as if those fleeting fantasies had never existed.

  Giselle looked at the doctor. "What?" Her brows furrowed slightly.

  The doctor had a somewhat strange smile on his face. Giselle didn't know what he was smiling about, but in her eyes that expression only meant self-satisfaction.

  Sure enough, the doctor held out the medicine toward her. "Feed him the pills."

  Giselle didn't even raise her hand, her eyes turning cold. "Isn't that the doctor's job?"

  The doctor's eyes widened slightly. Still trying to keep up her ice-queen act at a time like this?

  Such a perfect chance to build intimacy, and she wasn't cherishing it at all. She had been perfectly fine carrying him in a princess hold earlier, so why was she suddenly acting all aloof again?

  The doctor felt it was his duty to cure Giselle of her ck of honesty. He put on a serious face and said gravely, "He needs an IV drip in his condition. I have to go prepare the fluids. So of course you should feed him the medicine."

  Giselle stared coldly at the doctor, as if she could see right through his intentions, and remained motionless.

  "Mmh…"

  Until Elias, lying on the bed, suddenly let out a soft whimper. It carried a broken sob, like a kitten calling for its mother—delicate, weak, and soft enough to melt any woman's heart and awaken their protective instincts.

  Giselle's eyes shifted. She gnced at the doctor, then finally took the medicine. "I'll feed him."

  The doctor smiled slightly and went off with the air of a victor to prepare Elias's IV drip.

  The lofty heiress wasn't someone who had never done any manual work. Giselle's father had passed away when she was very young, leaving her with only her mother.

  But in a family like the Frosts, there was no such thing as typical single-parent upbringing. Her mother didn't have time to take care of her and instead sent nannies to watch over her.

  So in a sense, the day Giselle lost her father, she also lost her mother.

  Those nannies weren't just there to care for her. Taking care of her was secondary—their main job was to monitor her.

  They wouldn't stop Giselle from doing anything, but they would report her every action to her mother immediately.

  If Giselle watched TV, the nanny would report it. If she ate, they reported it. Even if she went to the bathroom, they reported it.

  Under that kind of environment, it was inevitable that Giselle became rebellious. She learned many things, including how to evade the nannies' surveilnce—and among them, how to take care of herself and others.

  Giselle poured a cup of warm water and set it on the bedside table. Then she pced her palm against Elias's back and gently lifted his upper body.

  Elias clutched the bnket again, refusing to let go. Giselle didn't bother pulling his hand down this time. She simply held a capsule and said coldly, "Open your mouth. Take the medicine."

  Elias: Is this your idea of coaxing someone to take medicine? Wrong attitude. Not taking it!

  Elias immediately pressed his lips tightly together. Giselle finally noticed his lips—covered in marks, with several obvious bite marks. No thinking needed; one look and it was clear they had been bitten by someone.

  Giselle's eyes turned violent in an instant. She almost wanted to yank her hand back and let Elias fall onto the bed.

  But looking at that face, she ultimately didn't do it.

  Gentleness was no longer possible, though. Giselle pressed the capsule hard against the seam of Elias's full lips, trying to force it in. Her tone grew even colder. "Open your mouth."

  Elias: What kind of fucking attitude is this?

  Elias thoroughly demonstrated his stubbornness to Giselle. The harsher her tone became, the tighter he kept his mouth shut, while letting out soft, pained whimpers—weak and delicate. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes again.

  Crack.

  There was a crisp sound—the capsule bursting open. Giselle had crushed the pill directly.

  Only then did Elias realize something was wrong. Why had Giselle's mood suddenly become so violent?

  Oh. The marks on his lips.

  Elias understood immediately. Although the young miss had never dated anyone, she wasn't so innocent that she didn't understand that kind of thing at all. That wouldn't be inexperience—it would be stupidity.

  Elias wasn't panicked at all. In fact, he was pleased. Just by lying there and humming a few times, Giselle's feelings toward him had already changed so dramatically.

  This wasn't a bad thing. Because this shift in her emotions was directed at him as a person, completely unreted to Lucien Hart.

  Once he figured that out, Elias stopped acting up and obediently opened his mouth.

  Seeing this, Giselle's eyes remained icy cold, as if she wanted to tear those damaged lips of his apart.

  "Did you feed him?" the doctor asked.

  After hesitating for a long time, Giselle had no choice but to pick up another capsule and pce it into Elias's mouth.

  She had been very careful, but Elias had clear intentions. Her fingertips still brushed against his lips. The fleeting warm, damp sensation made Giselle instantly realize what her fingertip had touched.

  Elias gave her fingertip a light lick. He didn't push his luck. His soft tongue curled around the capsule and retreated. Then he opened his mouth wide. "Ah…"

  Giselle took one look and quickly averted her gaze.

  Her modest chest rose and fell noticeably, showing how unsettled she was.

  In the end, she still picked up the cup of warm water, brought it to Elias's lips, and said in a low voice, "Drink this and swallow it."

  Elias obediently drank from her hand, then tilted his head back slightly, his throat working as he swallowed the medicine.

  After that, like a good boy showing his parents he had been obedient, Elias opened his mouth again right in front of Giselle, revealing the soft pink flesh inside and letting out a visible wave of scorching hot breath.

  As if saying: I swallowed it all.

  Giselle's own throat moved as she swallowed once.