Zhong Xuyang froze, lowered his eyes slightly, and met Xiao Yao's deep gaze.
Heartache, fear, resentment, and love were all laid bare in her eyes at that moment.
Zhong Xuyang felt a tingling sensation in his heart, and his heart pounded with excitement. During the best period of their relationship, she looked at him so honestly, showing him her joy, love, anger, and hate, making it all crystal clear to him.
He liked it when Xiao Yao looked at him like that, and he wanted her to keep looking at him like that.
"Yao Yao..." Zhong Xuyang murmured involuntarily.
Such tender and affectionate calls made Xiao Yao's heart tremble. She closed her eyes and her tongue naturally slipped into his slightly open mouth.
The moment their tongues touched, Zhong Xuyang could no longer resist. His uninjured left hand slipped into her hair, responding deeply to her touch.
They kissed for a while, and Xiao Yao, panting, gently pushed Zhong Xuyang away. Seeing that Zhong Xuyang's chest was heaving and he was also breathing heavily, Xiao Yao was afraid that he would cough if he couldn't catch his breath and his ribs would hurt, so she carefully stroked his chest.
This initiative of offering comfort and reassurance was something Zhong Xuyang had never experienced before. He chuckled and said, "It seems the self-inflicted injury tactic worked."
Xiao Yao glared at him, then smiled when she saw that his face and lips were flushed from the kiss. "Are you satisfied now?"
He shook his head, "I haven't kissed enough yet, I want to kiss you a little longer."
As he spoke, he tilted his head back, but Xiao Yao placed a finger on his lips to stop him, saying, "We can kiss again when you're discharged from the hospital."
Zhong Xuyang frowned in dissatisfaction, "When will that be?"
Xiao Yao cupped his face in her hands, "So get well soon."
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