"Wen Qiao," Fu Jinghen gritted his teeth, "enough is enough."
"I won't stop." Wen Qiao tipped her head back and kissed his lips again, "I'm the typical example of someone who gets bold after being given some colors. Besides, I'm not forcefully pulling you; if you wanted to dodge, you could have easily dodged. You're clearly enjoying this a lot but still telling me to stop; I think you're the one acting coy after taking advantage of the situation."
"......"
How could this girl be so eloquent?
Fu Jinghen nodded, "Okay."
"?
"Okay, what?"
Fu Jinghen gripped her wrist and looped it around his neck, leaning down to accommodate Wen Qiao lying on the hospital bed and found her lips, kissing her.
The phone by the pillow suddenly rang, and Wen Qiao pulled away from her daze, pushing Fu Jinghen's shoulder.
"The... the phone...."
Fu Jinghen backed off a little and handed her the phone.
It was Lin Ruochun who was calling.
