By the time she was about to collapse in his arms due to difficulty breathing, Mo Shiqian finally let go of her, retracting from her lips and tongue. At that moment, Chi Huan's pale face was flushed with redness, and her mouth was filled with the taste of the man.
She didn't care about anything else, supporting herself on the edge of the bed with her left hand, bending her head and panting.
It wasn't until the man's husky, sexy voice, tinged with a thin layer of laughter, sounded from above, "Like the taste? Or should we change it up and have some porridge?" Chi Huan was very annoyed.
This annoyance couldn't even be distinguished whether it was at him or herself.
Her fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly, then suddenly released, and she suddenly looked up, swinging a slap his way—
Before the sound of the slap could land, the man's cold, shadowy, and soft voice had already sounded, "If you want me to sleep with you in the hospital, then go ahead and hit me—"
