By now, the sky outside was fully bright.
In the corridor, quite a few passersby were already going by, and the bustling conversation and hurried, chaotic footsteps reminded Song Yinyin that someone could walk in at any moment.
She was shy and didn't want anyone to discover what the two of them were up to in the ward.
So she began to resist, pushing Lu Jihan away.
Feeling Song Yinyin's body stiffen, Lu Jihan sighed lightly, somewhat helplessly, and had no choice but to stop what he was doing.
However, his lips were still pressed against hers, his chest rising and falling painlessly.
He held Song Yinyin tightly, buried his face in her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."
Song Yinyin's dazed mind suddenly cleared up.
She was no longer an innocent girl, so she felt Lu Jihan's obvious change, understanding the deeper meaning behind the words "Don't move."
Instantly, her ears turned red, her whole face heated up, and she obediently dared not move.
