Xiaozhu came out of the ward and saw Shen Ming sitting on a chair in the corridor looking at his phone, her mind flashing back to the accidental kiss between the two in the hallway this morning.
Her heartbeat lost its rhythm for a moment, her cheeks burning hot.
She let out a light breath, curling her fingers tightly, pretending to be nonchalant as she walked by, "Brother Shen."
Shen Ming, like a thief caught in the act, immediately turned off his phone, looked up, and his gaze fell on her lips. The image of their kiss that morning flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly shifted his eyes away, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
Did he now not even want to glance at her?
All the palpitations and heat in Xiaozhu's heart extinguished in an instant. She sat down on a chair a distance away, lowered her head, and said, "My hand has healed, and I plan to come back to work."
