The kiss should end.
But Meimei's kiss was too delicious, like freshly harvested honey, exceptionally sweet, making Qiao Chengxun linger, unwilling to stop just like that.
It seemed like a century had passed, and Wen Meimei felt like she was about to suffocate,
Reluctantly, Qiao Chengxun let go of the girl's cherry lips, simultaneously releasing her eyes. His forehead rested against her smooth one, and his slightly panting breath washed over her face.
"Alright, doesn't it hurt at all?"
"Uh..."
Wen Meimei stared blankly at the man's handsome face so close, her frantic heartbeat still unsettled.
At this moment, Wen Meimei's attending doctor walked in from outside, holding a stack of freshly conducted health check reports in his hand, "Mr. Qiao, the results of your wife's various health checks are in, and from the current situation, she is completely healthy."
"What?"
Qiao Chengxun frowned slightly, feeling quite surprised by this result.
