The Frail Handsome Man Begs Me for Kisses Every Night

[Sickly male lead / sweet romance / flirtatious push and pull / each other's first and only / first kiss / possessive / youthful]

I caught a sickly, stunningly handsome man just as he was about to faint, and he latched onto me on the spot! He was breathtakingly beautiful, but so ill he was on the verge of death.

He clutched my hand, eyes shining. “Don’t go. You’re my medicine!”

That was when I learned I had a special constitution: I was his “human power bank,” and physical contact could keep him alive.

So I was forced to become his round-the-clock personal assistant. Holding hands, hugging... Things kept getting more intimate.

Until his condition worsened, and the only thing that could save him was a kiss.

Watching him pale-faced, his eyes reddening at the corners, he begged hoarsely with the last of his strength: “Nuannuan, kiss me just once. Just once...”

How could I resist that? But can someone explain why this sickly man turned into a possessive wolfdog after the kiss, pinning me against the wall and kissing me until my legs went weak?! Wasn’t it supposed to be just to keep him alive?!