Qin Shaonan remained silent, only gathering his strength, his heavy breathing falling on the back of her neck.
So familiar yet completely unlike the usual affection.
...
It was unclear how much time had passed before Qin Shaonan finally released Qiao Qiao. He picked up a box of tissues from the table beside him, pulled out a stack, and handed it to Qiao Qiao, then took another stack for himself to wipe certain areas.
Qiao Qiao's breathing was still deep, unable to calm down.
Qin Shaonan turned her body to face him and looked at her, "Are you okay?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head, completely exhausted, lying limply on the hospital bed, lazily wrapping herself in the blanket like a broken rag doll, gazing blankly towards the door.
She didn't even know if the Second Madam had left, or if Nini had left!
Qin Shaonan sat up, leaning against the headboard smoking, his eyes through the swirling smoke, falling on Qiao Qiao's face.
A moment later, the phone rang.
