When Gu Zixuan and Feng Chengjin were finally dressed and ready to leave.
Faced with Feng Chengjin's actions of tucking his shirt into his trousers, zipping up, and fastening his belt, Gu Zixuan, whose legs felt weak, stood there, red-faced and speechless.
Especially with his movements being so natural, handsome, noble, and elegant.
If it weren't for remembering how fierce he was earlier, Gu Zixuan really couldn't believe they had just... in the hospital...
Feng Chengjin seemed to be well-fed this time.
Under extreme tension, Gu Zixuan's reactions were a bit... so much so that he...
Gu Zixuan was still reaching behind to fasten her bra, struggling with the inconvenience of distance, causing Feng Chengjin to chuckle and step in to replace her hands.
The butterfly bones on her back were lovely to look at, and as he gazed upon them with his deep-set eyes, he couldn't help but lean in and give them a gentle peck.
