But the man holding her still pulled out his phone and dialed, "Have Doctor He come over..."
The call was not finished when Chenxing snatched it away, shaking her head, "I'm not sick."
"Then what's wrong? Why are you crying? Tell me," he insisted, his demeanor forceful yet his gaze exceptionally tender.
Chenxing did not reply, but instead lifted her chin, wrapped her arms around his neck, and in the next second, she kissed his lips passionately, the tears that had pooled in her eyes cascading down non-stop.
The more she kissed, the more her heart raced with panic.
Gu Shaocheng felt her abnormal enthusiasm and was filled with questions, but he suppressed them for the time being.
He couldn't withstand her heated kiss, and after just a few seconds, he took control by cupping her face in his hands and pulling back to look intently into her red-rimmed eyes.
Those tear-filled eyes seemed to harbor endless sorrow.
