In the evening, Bo Siyu took Li Susu to stay in a hotel and arranged for Qin Zhao to stay and take care of Bo Junyi.
But Bo Junyi refused to let Li Susu go, and in the end Qin Zhao and Bo Siyu went to the hotel together.
The neon lights of the hotel across from the hospital flickered. Bo Siyu approached the front desk and was about to ask for two rooms when Qin Zhao, familiarly, placed her ID card on the counter and said, "One."
"Open two rooms." Bo Siyu immediately corrected.
She has to go to the airport before dawn tomorrow, and there is no way she can leave secretly if she is in the same room with me.
Besides, she didn't want to get herself into trouble further.
Qin Zhao stared at her stubborn profile, and finally compromised after a while: "Okay, then two rooms next to each other."
The moonlight climbed onto the windowsill late at night. Qin Zhao tossed and turned in bed, and the screen of his mobile phone lit up and dimmed.
The message he sent to Bo Siyu fell on deaf ears. Finally, he scratched his hair in frustration and went to the next door.
Bo Siyu had just put on her face mask when there was a knock on the door. She opened the door a crack, revealing only half her face, and asked sleepily, "What's going on so late at night?"
"Can you lend me a charger? Mine is broken." Qin Zhao shook the phone in his hand with a flattering smile on his face.
Bo Siyu raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "Why don't you put some thought into making up excuses?"
"Sister, you don't understand me yet?" Qin Zhao crossed his arms. "When have I ever lied to you?"
"Who knows you?" Bo Siyu rolled her eyes and turned back to the house to get the charger. But just as she was about to close the door, Qin Zhao was a little slow to react and his finger got caught in the crack of the door.
"Hiss—it hurts, it hurts!" Qin Zhao gasped in pain.
Bo Siyu no longer cared about being alert and hurriedly pulled his arm to lead him into the house: "Come in and sit down, let me see if you are hurt!"
Under the warm yellow light, she squatted on the ground and carefully examined his red fingers.
I caught a glimpse of the blood oozing from his fingertips and hurriedly took out the Band-Aid from my bag.
Half-kneeling beside the soft sofa, she held Qin Zhao's hand with her slightly cool fingertips and carefully bandaged him with her eyelashes drooping.
He didn't notice the burning gaze falling from above his head.
Qin Zhao stared at the red tips of her ears, his Adam's apple rolling uncontrollably.
The faint scent of jasmine on her body mixed with the cool air of the facial mask made his heart feel hot.
Just as Bo Siyu was about to stand up, he stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you crazy about!" Bo Siyu fell on his lap.
"Sister..." Qin Zhao rubbed his chin against her shoulder, and the ending tone was soft and sticky.
This coquettish voice always easily hits her soft spot.
Who would have thought that Dr. Qin, who was cold as ice when facing patients, was now like a puppy begging for food, rubbing her red earlobe with his nose.
Only Bo Siyu knows what kind of contrast is hidden under this appearance.
That night, the warmth from his palms burned every inch of her skin, and he demanded it madly, not stopping until the latter half of the night...
She admitted that she had fallen.
But after waking up, reason prevailed.
She can no longer cling to this warmth. Since she can't give him a future, she should let go early.
Even though her heart would ache when she imagined him holding hands with another girl, she had to harden her heart.
A short pain is worse than a long pain. This is a good ending for both parties.
Bo Siyu bit her lips and struggled hard, but the arm around her waist was as firm as an iron clamp and did not move at all.
Qin Zhao's hot breath sprayed on her neck, and with a wronged tone, he said, "Sister, is there something I did wrong?"
This sentence made her slightly stunned.
In the warm yellow light of the desk lamp, he looked down at her with wet eyes, like an abandoned kitten.
How could she not feel that he had completely given his true heart to her and his daughter Mianmian?
"You're not wrong." Bo Siyu's throat tightened, and she dug her nails into her palms to suppress the soreness in her eyes. "It's me... I'm afraid of repeating the same mistake."
She forced herself to look directly into those starry eyes. "Marriage is like a cage to me. I'm afraid that in the end we won't even be able to be friends. It will be very awkward."
Qin Zhao suddenly smiled, with helplessness and heartache.
He held her face in his hands, gently wiping away the tears that were about to fall from her eyelashes with his thumb. "But won't it be awkward to break up now? Even if I find a girlfriend in the future, I still can't let you go."
The tip of his nose brushed against the corners of her red eyes. "Give me another chance, huh?"
Bo Siyu was so burned by his scorching gaze that she had nowhere to hide, and his body temperature mixed with the scent of male hormones kept approaching.
She heard her own frantic heartbeat, like a drum beating, causing pain in her eardrums: "I can't tell... I can't tell whether I like you or... desire..."
Before he could finish his words, he was gently blocked.
Qin Zhao's kiss was cautious and tentative, and his fingertips gently stroked her red earlobe.
When Bo Siyu subconsciously grabbed the hem of his shirt, the kiss suddenly became passionate.
The leather surface of the sofa made a slight friction sound, and the moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the entangled figures.
Qin Zhao's kiss was like a spring drizzle, winding from the ear to the collarbone, so gentle that it was almost pious.
His palm gently traced the curve of her waist, and every touch brought a trembling heat.
Bo Siyu's breathing gradually became disordered. She was immersed in the love web he had carefully woven, and all her worries were thrown out of the window.
At some point, the desire in her heart completely broke out.
Her fingertips trembled as she dug into his hair, actively responding to this passionate kiss.
Bo Siyu dug her fingertips deep into Qin Zhao's back.
She gasped for breath in disorder, and with her remaining rationality, she pushed the person on top of her: "Where's the stuff?"
Qin Zhao's lips dropped small kisses along her red collarbone, his voice hoarse enough to drip water: "Can you not use it?"
The hot palm covered her trembling waist with an irresistible force.
"No!" Bo Siyu struggled to get up, her hair scattered messily on the pillow. "I can't take any more risks. What if I get pregnant?"
Qin Zhao propped up his upper body, and the dim yellow light outlined his well-defined profile.
He suddenly lowered his head and bit her earlobe, mumbling, "Get married if you get pregnant. Haven't you always wanted to have another child?"
Bo Siyu didn't know how to respond for a moment. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Wake up, Qin Zhao. Your family won't accept me..."
Before she could finish her words, Qin Zhao suddenly turned over and pressed her completely under him.
He rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching, his warm breath sweeping across her flushed cheeks: "I didn't bring that thing with me, and it seems a bit difficult to go out and buy it now..."
As he moved, Bo Siyu couldn't help but make a sound and instinctively bit his shoulder.
The lingering kiss made it almost impossible for her to stay awake.
After a long time, she hugged the man's strong back tightly and cursed vaguely: "Qin Zhao, you bastard..."
"Baby, be so good--" Qin Zhao smiled evilly and continued to tease her.
The moonlight quietly hid in the clouds, leaving only messy breathing and entangled figures in the room, dyeing the long night into a charming one.
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