"..." Shen Jinmo's jawline tightened.
"Showing off your kissing skills in front of a professional actress like me? I can only say, your kissing skills are truly awful. No wonder Lu Zhiwei divorced you. Any woman would have done the same. Next time, please don't embarrass yourself."
After saying that, Ruan Jizhou left the ward without looking back.
As Shen Jinmo remained on the hospital bed, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his cold, hard face could no longer muster a trace of smugness.
Shen Shuyuan walked over and looked at the bump on his forehead and his leg, which she wondered if it had been fractured a second time. She felt a pang of heartache and asked, "Brother, are you alright? I'll go call a doctor for you."
The ward was eerily quiet, and a chilling atmosphere hung in the air.
"Get out!"
Shen Shuyuan silently left the ward.
Lu Zhiwei sat in the passenger seat of Ruan Jizhou's car, the window half-lowered, a gentle breeze caressing her cheeks.
The heat gradually subsided.
His face was tightly furrowed, shrouded in melancholy. Ruan Jizhou tried to speak several times, but didn't know what to say.
After a long pause, Ruan Jizhou cautiously asked, "Were you scared?"
After gathering her thoughts, Lu Zhiwei smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine."
The brutality just now was nothing more than another cut in Lu Zhiwei's heart.
At first, it will hurt.
But gradually, I lost all feeling.
I felt no pain, and I felt no sensation in kisses.
This is what it means to let go.
Once she lets go, it means that she can accept new people into her heart.
They can be captivated by someone's face and feel something from someone's kiss.
Lu Zhiwei propped her head up and turned to look at Ruan Jizhou beside her.
He was elegant, refined, and dignified.
He's a very nice man.
"Actor Ruan... how's your kissing skill?" Lu Zhiwei suddenly asked.
Ruan Jizhou was focused on driving, and his expression remained unchanged in the face of her sudden question: "Not bad." He had only won the Best Actor award a few times.
"Then let's kiss." Lu Zhiwei squinted at the man's superior jawline and spoke in a hoarse voice.
The sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be urging her to commit a crime.
brake--
The car braked suddenly and came to a stop in the middle of the road.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingertips turning white. He turned his head, his burning gaze fixed on her: "What...did you say?"
Lu Zhiwei patted her face; she had really gone mad.
How could she possibly lay a finger on such a virtuous and upright man?
"I was just kidding, it's April Fool's Day today."
Ruan Jizhou shifted his gaze back to the car's central control screen, which indeed displayed the date as April 1st.
He lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips.
She was joking.
But he took it seriously.
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