The faint light in front pierced his eyes, making him squint uncomfortably.
His head hurt and spun, blurring his vision.
Buzzing sounds echoed in his ears, leaving Ye Qijun weak as a newborn, lying there, helpless.
Wearing the hospital gown, his legs felt disconnected, his arms foreign, as if he couldn't control them.
Outside the door, the amorous murmurs continued.
Ye Qijun wished he could rush out and give that brat a thrashing, but even with all his strength, he could only move a finger slightly.
Frustrated, he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse to the point of being inaudible: "Qiaoqiao..."
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Xu Qiaoqiao and Xu Mushen hadn't been intimate in a long time.
At this moment, with the midnight silence, the smell of disinfectant in their noses, and the beloved person before them, Xu Qiaoqiao quickly got lost in the kiss.
But in the midst of their kiss, the sound of a medical device suddenly blared from the hospital room, startling both of them into immediate separation.
