Guilt surged through Jiang Shaocheng when he remembered what she had been through, made even worse by her telling him not to kiss her. He put his arms around her and kissed her again, heedless of her words. He was so afraid of losing her, it was the only way he could be reassured of her presence. He was especially terrified that she would leave him because of his bad temper. "I can only get better if you kiss me, Qiu. You can't abandon me."
"No, I meant… I'm still sick…" Tang Qiu thought about her husband's health; what if she passed her virus to him? She just hadn't expected Jiang Shaocheng to kiss her so eagerly–so desperately. She sighed and patted him comfortingly.
It was as good as a silent invitation to Jiang Shaocheng. Gratification rolled through him. How he wished he could claim her right now, and tell her how much he loved her.
