She knew in her heart that Song Ling would definitely cooperate with her at this time.

She had also longed for this kiss for a long time.

When all desires burst out, it is naturally irresistible.

Liu Zhiyuan couldn't bear to watch. Her face turned pale with pain. It felt like someone was pouring venom into the web of her heart.

The venom seeped through her insides, and the feeling was endless.

"That's enough!"

She didn't know how to regain her composure and it took her several tries before she could utter the two words.

Yatong still didn't end the kiss.

Liu Zhiyuan's clear eyes were filled with mist. She couldn't bear to loosen her fingers any longer, and the pillow fell to the ground.

She slammed every word, "Song Ling, you are too cruel! Don't regret it!"

She hurried out of the ward and slammed the door!

The sound of a bang was like an axe chopping down in Song Ling's mind. After a start, he suddenly pushed Ya Tong away.

That action was like pushing her out of the ward and his world.

Ya Tong was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by him, with her back pressed tightly against the wall.

Both of his hands were still pressing on the crystal dumplings that Liu Zhiyuan had just dropped, making her brows furrowed in disgust.

She looked at his injured appearance and stammered, "Brother Ling..."

Song Ling couldn't see it, but he subconsciously touched the tissues on the cabinet, took out a few, and wiped his lips casually.

After seeing his action, Yatong's eyes felt a little sore.

Does he dislike her?

Don't like her kiss?

Don't like her saliva?

Song Ling wiped his lips before throwing away the tissue.