A Frenzied Medical Romance

The thing Su Jinmian hated most in life was April Fools' Day. Not only was the psychological clinic she relied on to make a living shut down, and her boyfriend unfaithful, but a mentally ill patient also had his way with her.

Could anyone have a more miserable life?

If she'd known he was a domineering, wealthy young master, she never would have scratched and bitten him until he was covered in wounds.

If she'd known he was the ruthless devil everyone in the business world avoided, she certainly wouldn't have fixed her skirt after they were done and slapped him in the face with a 500-yuan tip!

And what Su Jinmian couldn't stop wondering was: was this a trap? Or was it a trap?

When a long-buried memory came to light.

When he pinned her in a corner.

"You only remember pining for him for eight years, but do you understand that I've waited for you for thirteen?"

If love was an obsession, by the time she recovered, he was already incurably ill.

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After a passionate bout, he still wasn't satisfied.

"Dr. Su, as a qualified professional psychologist, you need to personally examine me one more time. This time, you on top, me on the bottom."

She turned over. She was on top, he was on the bottom. The position stayed the same, but his movements and skill were so good that her face turned red.

"...Are you insulting my profession?"

Damn this sex-and-intimacy phobia. The man was better, and he still wouldn't let her go.