"Sweetheart, you're frozen. Let me warm you up." Beiming Han kept kissing her, enveloping her petite body entirely with his strong stature, providing his body warmth to her.
"No... it can't... ah..."
His mouth was preoccupied. Beiming Han no longer desired to hear any words of refusal from the little girl.
"Hmm... Young Master... Ah Han... be gentle..."
Listening to her pleading sobs, Beiming Han's heart softened up, and he unconsciously began to loosen up.
...
Inside the hospital.
Accidents always happen too suddenly...
Bai Qianqian sat outside the operating room, anxiously waiting for her mother's rescue. Today, those good-for-nothing relatives came to the hospital. She didn't know what they said to her mom, that provoked her sickness again.
When her mother was brought out, Bai Qianqian quickly walked forward, looked at the doctor anxiously, "Doctor, how's my mother?"
