Beitang Yao's heart warmed. He gazed deeply into her clear eyes, in which a faint trace of sorrow seemed to ripple, pondered for a while, then slightly lifted the hand with the IV needle. Using both hands to cradle her head, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing those soft lips in a way that was domineering yet gentle.
This long-missed feeling made him unable to help wanting more and more! He cupped her face, the tip of his tongue slipping into her rosy mouth, prying open her pearly teeth, teasing her little tongue, greedily drinking from her again and again!
Xia Qingqian was so frightened she didn't dare move. His hand still had the drip attached. She frowned slightly, stunned as she lay against him, letting him kiss her as he pleased.
She saw Beitang Yao's brows knit tightly, so she carefully pushed him away and asked, "Did it pull on the needle site a lot?"
