Mu Yazhe's back stiffened as he stood on the same spot for a moment. He seemed indifferent to her urge for him to stay as he strode toward the door again; this time, it was without any hesitation.
Song Enya was now utterly frantic. It was unknown where she found the courage to pull off the blood-transfusion needle ruthlessly in a fit of pique, but thereafter, she tore away the covers and got off the bed to dash barefoot toward the man.
"Brother Mu!"
She hugged him tightly from behind with her arms wrapped around his waist.
"Let go!"
"I won't!"
The man was extremely furious. He shook off her arms and turned around. As if she had gone crazy, his niece suddenly hugged his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his thin lips!
He frantically avoided her in his shock, but he was too late as his niece's withered and dried lips landed on his.
She attacked him as if she had gone mad, kissing his lips and biting them harshly.
