Qiao Chengxun tenderly tightened his embrace around her slender waist, his narrow and gentle eyes locking onto the girl's lowered eyelids.
Damn it... he wanted her.
Yet this was a hospital.
Qiao Chengxun, with a touch of reluctance, released her lips and quickly covered her lower lip with his thumb, gently rubbing it.
"Once you're better, we'll continue," he said.
Wen Meimei blushed, biting his fingertip in protest.
Her bright eyes twinkled like stars, and, turning her gaze, she bit down on his fingernail.
Qiao Chengxun's thin lips curved slightly upwards as he raised his right hand to gently wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth, "Still as adorable."
Wen Meimei released his finger and said irritably, "Don't flirt with me in public in the future. If the paparazzi catch us, we'll end up in the gossip columns again, and it's so annoying."
"Alright, I'll flirt with you at home," he agreed.
"..."
