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  After staying in the ICU for a day, Jacob was transferred to the VIP room. However, Miya was still unconscious and had to be kept in the ICU. She had lost too much blood, and as she had the rarest Rh-negative blood type, the hospital had difficulty finding the right blood for her. 
  Fortunately, just as the blood was still being delivered on-air and Miya needed the blood desperately, someone brought two bags of Rh-negative blood.
  The doctors scrutinized it and found that it was exactly the right one for Miya and it was clean and safe. The doctors asked Xenon for his permission for the transfusion, and Xenon agreed, meanwhile, he asked Levi to find out who it was that brought the blood and where it came from.
  Despite the time and effort they invested, they could find nothing but that it was a teenage boy that gave the blood to the doctor and refused to offer any information.
  The boy was just a normal high school student, and both his parents had a normal job. None of his family knew anything about the boy taking the blood to the hospital, and even the boy himself had no memory of it at all. It was obvious that they had deleted his memory right after he finished his task. 
  Who is it? Why do they make it so mysterious? Xenon wondered.
  Finally, Miya awoke that night after being in a coma for a few days. She saw Xenon sitting by the bed, looking exhausted and sleep-deprived. 
  She felt terribly thirsty. Her lips were dry, and her throat hurt. She tried to speak, and it only came out as a meek whisper, "Xenon..."
  Xenon stood up and bent over immediately. He helped her sit up in his arms gently. "Would you like some water?" 
  Miya nodded. Xenon got her a glass of water, and Miya downed it eagerly. 
  "Why did you save me?" Xenon finally asked. 
  "Why? I, I don't know." 
  "Tell me the truth." 
  "I really don't know. I just followed my instinct. I didn't want you to die..." 
  "But you could have died. Didn't you think about that?"
  "It all happened in just seconds. I didn't..." Miya muttered. 
  Xenon watched her quietly. His eyes seemed to speak of sadness, of memories, and then of sudden realization. They seemed to glow with gratitude and affection. 
  In his mind, he recalled, once again, how the little girl tried to save him on that icy winter day and almost drowned herself. 
  Why? They have both saved me, and she looks so much like the little girl! But, she's not. She doesn't have the mole on the corner of her left eye. I remember it so clearly. Sol is the little girl, not her. He was deep in thought and accidentally touched the wound on Miya's back. Miya shuddered out of pain. Xenon then suddenly awoke and apologized. "Sorry. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
  Miya didn't have an appetite for food, but she did want some privacy. "Xenon, err, can you...err, I need to go to the bathroom." Miya said with a bashful blush, hoping Xenon would leave the room. 
  Xenon chuckled. "Come on. I have seen you n.a.k.e.d numerous times." He picked her up gently and carried her to the bathroom. Though it was a VIP room with a private bathroom and there was no one watching, Miya still felt awkward. 
  Xenon acted as if nothing unusual. He helped take off her trousers for her gently, and when she was done, he put them back on for her and carried her to the sink for her to wash her hands. 
  Looking at the bandages wrapped around him, Miya asked anxiously, "Doesn't it hurt? I can walk, I think." 
  "No worries. It's nothing." 
  Xenon put her down on the bed and sat down next to her. He took out his laptop and got to work. Miya had been sleeping for a few days, and she didn't feel like sleeping at all. As soon as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help recalling the brutal scenes at the bar. So, she stared at the ceiling instead. 
  Xenon wondered what she was thinking. He watched her quietly. 
  As if she could feel his gaze, Miya turned to look at him only to see how intense his gaze was, like the calm blue ocean with powerful currents underneath. 
  Suddenly, he bent down and kissed her. It started gently and quickly grew passionately as if he was in an eager search, his tongue playing with hers demandingly. 
  "Hmm, Xenon..hmm..." Miya was too surprised to understand. Doesn't it hurt? He's got broken bones! Is he numb to pain? He's such a strange one. 
  Then, she saw the blood on his shirt. The bandage was soaking red. Miya could hardly speak or move, lying still helplessly. She didn't have the strength to reject, and she knew very well that it would be useless anyway. If he wanted her, he would have her anytime. 
  When his tongue finally released hers, and his lips left hers reluctantly, Miya was almost panting. He stroked her lips softly with his fingertip, and with a husky voice, he said, "Don't look at me like that, or I will lose control and eat you up right now." 
  "Huh?" Miya was even more confused now. You are the one that was staring at me! I simply turned to look at you for a second! She turned her head away so as not to face him. But to her surprise, she saw the bodyguards standing by the door, with their backs facing her. Miya blushed terribly. 
  Xenon chuckled at her reaction and said matter-of-factly, "What's wrong with kissing my own wife with people around?" 
  "But..." Miya hesitated and thought there was no point in reasoning with him. 
  "You rarely call me honey," Xenon said suddenly. 
  "Huh?" Miya stared at him, startled. "Why?" 
  "Why? I'm your husband, aren't I?" He said plainly. "Call me honey from now on." 
  "Err..." Miya found it awkward to obey his strange request. Seeing her hesitation, Xenon grew annoyed and impatient. He moved closer to her, then bit her ear gently and said cheekily, "Say it. Call me honey. Or I will eat you up right here right now."