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— If one person loves another, no matter what she is like, she is lovable.
— If he doesn't love her, no matter what she does, it seems pretentious.
Qiao Chutian leaned in and kissed her on her slightly pursed lips.
With that kiss, he couldn't bear to let go, his tongue slid in, entwining with her little tongue in tender torment...
Their kissing grew passionate.
Mai Xiaomai suddenly felt a tickle in her nose and quickly pushed him away, sneezing loudly. Then she exclaimed that the hot towel on her stomach had cooled.
She hurried to pull the towel off and covered her stomach with a quilt, complaining about the cold and the pain.
Chutian was startled and smacked his own head. How could he have become so heated that he forgot the towel would cool down?
"Xiaomai, are you all right? Should we go to the hospital?"
"No need, it's not a big deal; I just caught a chill for a moment."
Xiaomai massaged her acupressure points herself and gradually felt better.
