Compared to the noisy hospital environment, Jiang Xingye's home was definitely much quieter and safer, but they also needed to be on guard against anyone coming to find him.
The two of them didn't turn on the light. Jiang Xingye wanted to create the illusion that he wasn't home, while Xu Qinghuan felt it was too embarrassing.
Her long hair spread out, laying on Jiang Xingye's pillow, a portion of the quilt draped over her chest. Her legs were stretched straight, her feet arched high, teeth clenched tightly, but she still couldn't avoid letting a few sounds escape from her lips.
Earlier, the flavor Jiang Xingye wanted to taste, he had enough of today.
Seeing the girl's flushed face, trembling body, and suppressed voice, Jiang Xingye lifted his head, grabbed her ankle, and gently pulled her into his arms.
He covered her lips.
