Huo Jingting said that, but his body really started to take action. He leaned down unapologetically and fiercely kissed her lips.
His eyes, cold as water, fixed on her small face as if to punish her.
The hospital entrance was bustling with people coming and going continuously.
Almost every person who passed by had to take a glance at where they were.
Nanqiao's waist was clenched by him, their bodies almost perfectly aligned, tightly pressed together.
Huo Jingting's other hand cradled the back of her head, kissing her dominantly and aggressively.
Yet, there was a focus in his eyes so intense that even several doctors and nurses who entered and exited couldn't help but give them several looks.
He didn't mind being watched, but she did.
Nanqiao pushed against his shoulders, moving back to avoid his deep kiss.
Her breathing was completely erratic. Her chest heaved dramatically, and her little face turned as red as a ripe apple, almost dripping blood.
