"Fool, you are my lifeline. If you live, I will live well." Xiao Moli sighed.
An Ziqi was crying, and she raised her hand to hit him, calling him a bastard.
"Hiss." Xiao Moli was punched in the chest by her, sucking in a cold breath involuntarily.
"What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"
An Ziqi instantly stopped crying, raised her head to look at him, checking where he was injured.
But Xiao Moli lifted her chin, kissed away the tears on her face, then eagerly kissed her lips, the tip of his tongue aggressively invading hers, intertwining insistently as if he wanted to completely mesmerize her.
An Ziqi wanted to push him away, but recalling his pained expression just now, she had no idea where he was hurt, and thus dared not push him away.
She could only let him have his way in front of all these people.
This kind of kiss of rebirth after a disaster, she had often seen it in movies, and even ridiculed it at that time.
