The next second, she saw his thin lips curl up again, and the hand wrapped around her waist became stronger at this time, and the deep outline moved closer to Han Zhiqing.

Under her slight frown, she raised her eyebrows. Her magnetic voice revealed a bit of evil spirit. She looked at her and said in a low voice:

"If you are really thirsty, I think something else will quench your thirst better."

After saying that, his lips covered her slightly open lips. Under Han Zhiqing's astonished eyes, he drove straight in and plundered the lilac uvula that she kept avoiding.

The playfulness in her eyes was in sharp contrast to the anger flashing in Han Zhiqing's eyes.

His broad palms clasped Han Zhiqing's little head that kept trying to escape, not wanting her to have any chance to escape.

Han Zhiqing was angry, and the fire in her eyes gradually emerged from her eyes, but Mo Junhao's strength was so heavy that she couldn't move at all.

His kiss was domineering but also full of playfulness, and there was also obvious predation in the playfulness. No matter how much Han Zhiqing tried to avoid it, she could not avoid this overbearing and maddening offensive.

It wasn't until Mo Junhao felt the pain at the tip of his tongue that he frowned slightly. The tip of his tongue subconsciously retreated from Han Zhiqing's mouth, and he tasted a hint of blood at the corner of his lips.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Zhiqing quickly withdrew from his arms, but the anger in her eyes made Mo Junhao feel good.

He just likes to see her cute look with red face and anger when he makes her angry. The red face always reveals the cuteness that attracts him.

Looking down at her angry face, he stretched out his hand, swiped his slender fingertips across his blood on her lips, and smiled slightly, "Zhiqing, at this time, our blood is connected."

Her beautiful blue eyes blinked slightly with a bit of pride, and the words she spoke made Han Zhiqing so angry that her chest filled with anger.

She shook off Mo Junhao's fingertips that were resting on her lips, and did not intend to argue with Mo Junhao anymore about whether to drink coffee or not. She turned around and walked towards the ward.

Mo Junhao smiled and said nothing, and followed her directly in. However, Han Zhiqing stopped at this moment, turned to look at him, and said coldly:

"Can you leave now?"

When Mo Junhao heard this, he raised his handsome eyebrows nonchalantly, moved his thin lips slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I'm waiting for someone."

As he said that, he naturally stretched out his hand, took her cold little hand hanging on the side, and walked towards the hospital bed.

Han Zhiqing instinctively wanted to break free, but he held her tightly and could not move at all.

"Your hands are too cold."

Mo Junhao's voice came out lazily, causing her struggling movements to pause for a moment. She looked at Mo Junhao, and suddenly there was a lump in her throat, and an indescribable emotion came to her heart.

The hand holding hers was warm, giving her invisible warmth and security, making her want to rely on this warmth involuntarily.

In the end, she didn't insist anymore and was led by Mo Junhao to the bedside.

Seeing that Mo Junhao sat down on the chair next to her bed and seemed to have no intention of leaving, a look of confusion rose in her eyes.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing here?"
Chapter completed!