"Hmm,"
Submissively, she moved her supple lips up and gently suckled on his forehead, only to be pressed down by him, their foreheads touching, eyes locked on each other.
They were so close, close enough to hear each other's breath, close enough that she could see her own flushed face reflected in his deep black eyes.
Silently, a certain emotion was brewing.
For both men and women, the moments of affection are the most beautiful, in this restrained and ambiguous atmosphere—
Thump, thump, a heart, throbbing—
That tight and excited rhythm vibrated both their nerves; under his gaze, Lian Qiao's heart was seized, then dropped again, shattering her usually clever mind, then becoming chaotic, blurred, slow, foolish...
And then, she forgot—this was a hospital room, and the man before her was still a patient.
