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In fact, Lu Wanwan not only stopped Han Jingmo from receiving the IV because she was uneasy, but also because something was a little strange tonight.

When Liu Bowen chased her in the corridor because of a power outage, she shouted in panic, "I don't eat well, don't chase me." Liu Bowen should have recognized her voice, but he continued to chase her.

Then, the nurse said that Liu Bowen was not on duty today, but he stayed in the hospital until now. It could be overtime, or it could be other reasons.

The strangest thing is that when the patient's health improves, doctors usually gradually reduce the patient's medication dosage. I have never heard that increasing the dosage can cure the disease earlier. Han Jingmo has not received intravenous drips at night for several days, and there is nothing wrong with his body. But tonight, he suddenly increased the intravenous drip, which is very strange. With

so many abnormalities stacked together, I always feel that something is wrong, so Lu Wanwan considered it again and again and decided to stop the intravenous drip.

After such a delay, the time was even later. Lu Wanwan stood up and said, "I'll go back first. You have a good rest."

Han Jingmo raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at her casually, turned his body to the side, and gave up half of the bed: "You, sleep here."

Lu Wanwan was turning around to walk out. Hearing this, he stopped and looked incredible: "Sleep on your bed?"

"The floor is fine."

...

Hehe.

Lu Wanwan smiled: "Thank you for giving me so many choices."

"You're welcome."

...

I'm polite!

Lu Wanwan took a deep breath, looked at Han Jingmo, and then looked at the half bed he gave up. Although it was a high-end ward, the bed was still a single bed, and the space was not abundant.

Two adults squeezed together, it's more than just a hug, can he accept it?

Seeing her hesitation, Han Jingmo frowned slightly: "I don't want you to meet a haunted ghost again."

"...Oh."

Lu Wanwan touched her nose. Because of the old man's request, the entire floor of the hospital was cleared. There were only two patients, her and Han Jingmo. The confidentiality was sufficient and it was quiet enough, but it was a bit scary at night.

Seeing her standing there motionless, Han Jingmo frowned even more, turned over from the bed, walked in front of her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bed.

Only when he kept her under his nose could he feel at ease.

Until she lay on the bed, Lu Wanwan's mind was still as confused as a ball of paste. Her hands and feet were restrained and she dared not move. Her eyes were wide open and wet.

Suddenly, her waist felt heavy. It was Han Jingmo's hand on her.

He asked, "Are you nervous?"

Lu Wanwan coughed dryly. It was not that she was nervous, but the benefit was too sudden. She couldn't react for a while. Who would have thought that he didn't even want to hug her two days ago, but today he actually took the initiative to invite her to sleep with him.

Han Jingmo paused and asked strangely, "Are you excited?"

"Ahem!" Lu Wanwan was embarrassed by what he said. In fact, she was only a little excited, not very!

"Turn around and look at me." Han Jingmo spoke in a low voice, his voice was low and magnetic, and he was sexy and seductive.

Lu Wanwan seemed to be bewitched. She turned to look at him and looked into his deep, cold black eyes. She was stunned.

The bed was not big and they were very close to each other, their noses touching, which was very ambiguous.

Han Jingmo didn't have to move at all, his lips touched hers and he left a kiss on her jelly-red lips.

The touch was soft and the breath was sweet.

He couldn't help but kiss her deeper, his tongue tentatively tracing her lips.

Lu Wanwan's eyes suddenly widened, his brain stopped thinking, he only felt a weak electric current passing through, his body was numb, and his eyes were like fragments of an exploding kaleidoscope, colorful.

This was the first time he had such an intimate contact since he woke up. It was not

until her lips were pushed open and her breathing was disrupted by his tongue that Lu Wanwan came back to her senses from the shock and endured his blushing and heart-pounding kiss.

As their lips and tongues were entangled, he slightly exerted force on the hands clasped around her waist, a move he used to do.

After a long, long time, the deep kiss ended.

Lu Wanwan opened her mouth and breathed rapidly, her eyes still wide open, in disbelief, Han Jingmo was lying on her at this time, his forehead buried in her shoulder...

Lu Wanwan glanced at him, stretched out her hands and hugged him carefully. She

did not feel his body become stiff, nor did she feel his rejection. Lu Wanwan raised the corners of her mouth, smiled with satisfaction, and immediately hugged him tighter.

"Lu Wanwan." Han Jingmo suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed in her ears. His hoarse voice made her heart tremble.

Lu Wanwan's ears were numb, and she waited until his warm and ambiguous breath dissipated on her earlobe before she responded softly: "What?"

Han Jingmo raised his head, and his burning gaze fell on her face. Her red lips were slightly parted, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, so charming.

His eyes deepened, and he kissed her again, holding her cherry-red lips, sucking and biting them.

Lu Wanwan didn't know how she fell asleep. She only knew that when she woke up the next day, she was nestled in Han Jingmo's arms, clinging to him like an octopus.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Han Jingmo's deep gaze, his eyes were clear, as if she had been awake for a long time.

Lu Wanwan's eyes curved, and she smiled brighter than a sunflower. Suddenly, her face tensed up, and she reached out to touch her mouth. She didn't drool from sleep. Very good, she maintained a good image. Then she continued to smile foolishly: "Good morning, baby."

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and after a few seconds, he squeezed out a faint "hmm" from his throat.

Because she was thinking about the infusion last night, Lu Wanwan didn't hesitate. She got up early to wash and waited for Dr. Xu to come. Regarding the sudden kiss last night, she didn't ask the truth, and there was nothing to ask. It's not like they had kissed before. At about

ten o'clock in the morning, Dr. Xu came over, and Lu Wanwan handed him the container of medicine and asked him to carefully check whether there was any problem with the composition and dosage of the medicine.

Han Jingmo's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he asked someone to check whether Liu Bowen had come to the hospital today. The result of the inquiry was that Liu Bowen seemed to be late and had not arrived yet.

"Late?" Lu Wanwan curled her lips, not quite believing it.

At this time, Han Jingmo peeled an orange, ate a slice, frowned slightly, and handed the rest of the orange to Lu Wanwan calmly.

Lu Wanwan took it without any preparation, broke off a petal and put it in her mouth. She bit it and grimaced. It was so damn sour!

She glared at Han Jingmo angrily, and caught the playful smile in his eyes. Lu Wanwan was stunned, her momentum was half lower, and she complained weakly: "Are you worthy of the trust that Xuhe's father has in you?"

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows, peeled another one, and it tasted sour. He peeled another one, and it was still sour. It was not until the fifth one, which tasted sweet, that he raised his hand and handed it to her.

Lu Wanwan's heart softened for a while, as if a clear spring in the mountains was flowing, and then he ruthlessly suggested: "Leave these four sour ones for my brother."

Lu Guanghan walked out the door: "..." Who did he offend? Does he want to be beaten!