Her fingertips lingered on his firm abs...
The feel was so good.
Lost in adoration, Ji Qingxin's fingertips trailed upwards, and finally, landed on his sexy, thin lips, "What's so good about Qiao An, isn't it just her face? Jingxi, only I truly love you, only my love for you is the sincerest."
Her fingertips grazed his lips, and Ji Qingxin slowly lowered her head, about to kiss him.
Knock knock knock.
An urgent knocking sound began.
"Time for the rounds," a nurse's voice came from outside the door.
Ji Qingxin's face darkened with irritation from the interruption, Damn it!
Couldn't they have come at any other time than now?
The knocking persisted, as if they wouldn't cease until she opened the door.
Ji Qingxin pulled up the blanket to cover Mu Jingxi, then stood and went to the door, "I'm fine."
Outside stood two nurses, holding a patrol record book and making notes.
