"Just tonight!" Scarlett gritted her teeth, clearly exasperated. She had just agreed to share a bed with him tonight, feeling a bit guilty and not quite realizing what she was agreeing to in the moment.

"Don't worry, it's just sleeping in the same bed, nothing more. I promise I won't even touch you," Ethan said, patting his chest confidently.

Scarlett covered her face, speechless. Ethan could be adorably clueless at times, but also had a knack for seizing the moment. She had just agreed to start dating him, and now she couldn't bring herself to refuse his request. Taking a deep breath, she laid down the law, "We're just sleeping, no funny business, got it?"

"Do you still not trust me?" Ethan teased from the hospital bed, urging her, "Go take a shower."

"Okay." Scarlett looked away, thinking to herself that Ethan probably wouldn't dare do anything too bold.

She picked out the thickest pajamas she could find from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom.

After her shower, she came out dressed in her pajamas.

Ethan lay on the bed, admiring her as she emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was up, her cheeks flushed, and despite the loose pajamas, her figure still managed to show off an impressive silhouette.

"Stop staring," Scarlett said, noticing Ethan's intense gaze. She had worn pajamas around him before, but tonight felt different.

Ethan's look was unabashedly admiring.

She could almost feel where his eyes were landing, as if they were trying to see through her clothes.

"It's all your fault for being so beautiful," Ethan chuckled, scooting over to make room for her on the bed.

Scarlett sighed softly and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling his burning gaze. "Turn around."

"Oh," Ethan realized, despite her mature and alluring appearance, she was actually quite shy. He obediently closed his eyes.

Soon, he felt the cool air as the blanket lifted and then the bed dipped beside him, followed by the faint scent of her shower gel.

Ethan reopened his eyes to find her alluring face close to his.

"Let's sleep. And remember, no moving around or I'll get mad," Scarlett warned, realizing just how narrow the hospital bed was. Thankfully, it was a VIP room, so the bed was slightly wider than usual.

"Okay," Ethan obediently closed his eyes again.

"Hmm?" Scarlett was surprised at how well he was behaving. She didn't close her eyes, instead watching him. His face had matured, and there was a hint of stubble on his chin.

He had really grown up.

Memories of Ethan as a child, always following her around, flooded her mind. Changing his diapers, bathing him. Ironically, much of what she knew about men, she'd learned from raising Ethan.

Scarlett's face turned a deep red, embarrassed by these thoughts that had once seemed so trivial.

She caught herself staring at him, lost in thought.

Ethan sneakily opened his eyes again, and their gazes met.

"Heh, my eyes are itchy," Ethan said, pretending to rub his eyes before closing them again.

Scarlett's lips twitched. That rascal, trying to sneak peeks at her while pretending to sleep.

She just watched him.

About five minutes later, he opened his eyes again, and once more their eyes locked.

"Heh," Ethan chuckled awkwardly. "Itchy again."

Scarlett just looked at him coldly, then reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a black sleep mask, and put it on him.

"Is that really necessary?" Ethan pleaded.

"Just sleep properly!" Scarlett asserted with a tone of authority.

"Goodnight then," Ethan conceded, not wanting to scare her off on their first night sharing a bed. After all, they were now officially dating, and he figured it was only natural that things might progress from here.

He genuinely closed his eyes and started to drift off, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume.

But plans often don't keep up with reality.

Just knowing her sexy, graceful figure was right beside him, his 9-inch "Pecker" had other ideas and excitedly reacted...

"?" Scarlett was startled at first but quickly realized what was happening. She looked over at Ethan, who seemed to be asleep with the mask still on.

After a moment's hesitation and seeing no further movement from him, she decided not to make a fuss.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep too.

But with them lying face to face on a narrow bed, it felt like a rigid little stick was poking her in the back, making it quite uncomfortable.

"It's okay, just hang in there a bit longer," Scarlett silently reassured herself.

"Why does it have to be so exaggerated!" she thought, eyes closed, the strange sensation growing stronger.

Tension peaked, her muscles tensed, making the feeling even more pronounced.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.

Gradually, sleepiness overcame Scarlett, and in a half-asleep state, she dreamt that Ethan's "Pecker" was poking right through her stomach.

"Ah?"

She suddenly opened her eyes to see Ethan still wearing his mask, breathing evenly, apparently really asleep.

Scarlett's mouth twitched.

"I refuse to believe his 'Pecker' can stay up all night." Scarlett gritted her teeth, deciding she wouldn't sleep tonight, waiting to see just how impressive Ethan's "Pecker" really was.

When the morning sunlight streamed into the hospital room.

Ethan woke up, removed his mask, and saw Auntie already sitting at the makeshift vanity, greeting her with a smile, "Morning, Auntie."

Scarlett turned around, managing a strained smile, "Morning."

After speaking, she quickly turned back to her makeup.

Ethan paused, noticing the dark circles under her eyes that she couldn't quite hide.

He had pretended to sleep at first but eventually drifted off for real, so he had no idea what had happened later.

Scarlett turned back around, her jaw clenched. She hadn't slept all night, feeling weird in her stomach, afraid to sleep, fearing an "attack."

But her pale face wasn't just from lack of sleep.

The fact that the "Pecker" had stayed erect all night was just too absurd.

Concerned for Ethan's health, she decided it was time to find out what was going on.