Niu Shurui recoiled, dropping her hand and stumbling back a few steps. Deprived of her touch, his er3ction twitched and quivered, the tip bobbing almost pleadingly, seeking the attention it had lost.

But Niu Shurui couldn’t bring herself to touch him again. One more touch, and Ye Li might wake.

The sedative she’d given him wasn’t particularly strong, intended only to calm agitated patients during therapy. That he was so deeply asleep was due to the hypnotic incense he’d lit himself.

It was the same calming fragrance she used during his hypnotherapy sessions, designed to soothe and relax. It worked best when paired with the rhythmic sway of a Newton’s cradle. She had no idea why Ye Li had chosen to light it, but she was grateful. It had amplified the sedative’s effects.

Otherwise, given his forceful nature… Niu Shurui shuddered to think how close she’d come to being v1olated.

Asleep, Ye Li’s face was peaceful, almost childlike. But his brow furrowed occasionally. Coupled with his prominent er3ction, Niu Shurui couldn’t decipher whether he was having a nightmare or experiencing physical discomfort.

Lost in thought, she realized she’d been crouched beside him for a long time. Sighing, she stood and grabbed a tissue to clean the s3men that had stained her skirt.

But it had been too long. The thick, copious fluid had dried, stubbornly clinging to the fabric. It looked… obscene. Defeated, Niu Shurui draped her lab coat over herself, buttoning it all the way up to conceal the evidence. The extra layer made her instantly break out in a light sweat.

As she lowered the thermostat, something caught her eye. Her gaze drifted back to Ye Li’s arovsal, which finally seemed to be subsiding.

The sem3n clinging to him was in much better condition than that on her skirt. Perhaps the constant, eager secretion of pre-cvm kept it from drying.

Hesitating, Niu Shurui finally reached for a tissue and began to clean him.

She was painstakingly gentle, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. The delicate touch only heightened his arovsal. His er3ction strained upwards, and she heard a moan escape Ye Li’s lips, even in his unconscious state.

When she pulled her hand back in alarm, he bucked against the sofa, his hand grasping at the cushions, his moans growing more desperate.

Niu Shurui nearly collapsed, the urge to flee overwhelming.

But she’d lowered the temperature significantly and worried that leaving Ye Li exposed like this might make him ill.

Resigned, she retrieved a winter blanket from the cupboard and draped it over his lower body. Averting her gaze from the tent-like bulge beneath the fabric, she grabbed her phone and retreated to the adjoining therapy room to call Assistant Zhao.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Niu.” Assistant Zhao answered promptly, his voice calm.

“Good afternoon,” Niu Shurui replied. “Listen… Assistant Zhao, are you free later? Ye Li fell asleep here… and it’s a bit awkward. I might need you to come and take him home.”

“Young Master Ye is at your office?” Assistant Zhao’s voice was laced with surprise, his usual composure gone. He sounded shocked that Ye Li would be at the clinic outside of his scheduled appointments.

Ye Li had always resisted coming here. He rejected any place that wasn’t his home.

He refused to acknowledge his issues, let alone confront them.

It had taken Niu Shurui a full year to earn his reluctant acceptance and coax him into attending these largely pointless therapy sessions.

Even Niu Shurui couldn’t explain his sudden shift in attitude. Normally, triggering a patient’s deepest vulnerabilities led to increased resistance. But Ye Li hadn’t pushed her away. Instead, he seemed to have developed a strange… possessiveness towards her.