Su Ningyan held her chest, softly coughing. The sound made Zhuo Junyue's heart shatter.
He loathed himself. Why couldn't he have held back just moments ago?
"Baby, I'm going to call the doctor…"
Upon hearing he was about to call the doctor, Su Ningyan quickly grabbed him, "Cough... no... don't, I'll be alright in a moment."
Zhuo Junyue gently patted her back, helping her catch her breath.
After a while, Su Ningyan's breathing finally steadied.
Seeing Zhuo Junyue's anxious face, she couldn't help but gently kiss him, "It's not your fault, I... I just forgot to breathe for a moment."
Having said that, she felt a bit embarrassed, and she lowered her head, not having the courage to look at him.
She still had not learned to breathe during a kiss; he must be laughing at her.
Zhuo Junyue pulled her into his arms, "It's my fault, I neglected that."
Su Ningyan nestled in his arms, playing with his shirt buttons. She must have made him worry, right?
