Wendy had finished dressing his wound. Unfortunately, Stanley''s injury had be infected, and as soon as hey down, he


    started running a high fever.


    He felt freezing cold, so she turned on the air conditioner and piled several nkets on him, but he still shivered. Cold sweat


    beaded on his forehead, and his lips turned pale.


    Wendy couldn''t help but think that he deserved it. Why hadn''t he treated his wound properly when he took Jessica to the hospital?


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    She gave him a shot to help him get through it, but he would have to endure the fever on his own. Once the fever passed, he''d


    recover.


    Wendy pulled the nkets aside andy down next to him.


    His body was ice-cold, radiating an almost unbearable chill. She couldn''t just leave him like that. Biting her lip, she pressed her


    slender form close to his, hoping to warm him.


    Hey with his back to her, and Wendy avoided his injury, wrapping her arms around him from behind.


    Stanley could feel her warmth as she curled up against him. Her soft body gently pressed against his, the thin fabric of their


    clothes the only thing separating them.


    Soon, her small hand moved across his chest, resting on his six-pack abs, gently brushing over them with careful, tentative


    strokes.


    Stanley closed his eyes and, in a hoarse voice, whispered, "Wendy, I''m sick."


    Wendy knew he was sick. That was exactly why she had to find a way to warm him up. She could only rely on the most basic


    method to stimte him, but she wasn''t Jessica, and she didn''t know if this would even work.


    She didn''t answer him, and though she had started awkwardly, her actions became bolder as her hand moved up his body, finally resting on his sculpted chest.


    The sensation was electrifying.


    Stanley sensed her bing more restless, her hand continuing to tease him, even as he fought off illness.


    His patience snapped. He grabbed her hand, his throat working as he let out a sharp growl, "Wendy, stop touching me!"


    Their bodies were pressed together, and Wendy could feel the heat begin to radiate from his body, his muscles tensing under her


    touch.


    Wendy''s small face turned a bright red. "Stanley, it seems like your body doesn''t feel as indifferent to me as you say."


    Stanley froze. He didn''t want to acknowledge his physical reaction to her.


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    In the past, he had been stirred by her a few times, and now, with the fever taking its toll on him, his body responded instantly to


    her touch.


    He turned toward her, his teeth clenched. "Wendy, why are you so... infuriating!" Such a tempting little minx.


    She had drugged him in the shower before, teasing him with her kisses. Now, she was tormenting him even while he was sick.


    Stanley found an excuse for his desire. What man could resist her like this?


    His body was now burning with heat. Wendy had achieved the effect she wanted, and with a clear mind, she closed her eyes. "Go


    to sleep."


    Stanleyy still, feeling speechless. Was she ying with him?


    He finally fell asleep, and in his dream, he saw the girl from his past.


    Years ago, while on a mission, he had been betrayed by arade and fell from an airne into a dense forest, badly injured.


    The people chasing him were closing in, and his vision blurred. He copsed to the ground, thinking this would


    be the end.


    At that moment, a little girl appeared, holding a worn-out doll in her arms.