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Tang Xiao Ai also couldn't help but shut her mouth and no longer said anything.

She felt that the perfect Angel King Zhong had changed. However, she couldn't tell what had changed.

He felt a sense of danger, as if he couldn't get too close or too far away. He needed to maintain a good distance in order not to get hurt.

”Other than Shen Mo, can you say anything else?” Zhong Yuqing restrained himself, not wanting to get angry with the patient.

But how could he not be angry? After being injured like that by Shen Mo, the moment she opened her eyes, the name she spat out was still Shen Mo.

As expected, men weren't bad, but women were bad. If he wanted her to remember him, he would have to give her a good thrashing.

”Sorry... I... ”I want to drink some water.” Tang Xiao Ai's throat was too dry, and her body was almost dehydrated from the high fever.

Zhong Yuqing lifted a cup of water. Long San was indeed worthy of being the best general practitioner. Not only did he wake up the unconscious Tang Xiao Yi in a short period of time, but he also carefully prepared a special cup of water, knowing that Tang Xiao Yi would be thirsty after waking up.

Zhong Yuqing originally wanted to help her up, but the moment his hand passed through the back of her neck, Tang Xiaoyi lightly knitted her brows as a trace of pain flashed across her eyes.

Zhong Yuqing saw this tiny expression in his eyes. He immediately retracted his hand, lifted the cup and poured some water into his mouth.

The wound on the back of her neck was very severe. Even though she had been drugged, she still felt pain when she touched it.

It was just that Tang Xiao Ai was used to enduring pain. No matter how uncomfortable it was, she bit her lips, unwilling to cry out.

The idiotic characters of this idiot woman were even more ancient than the ancient people!

But he was attracted.

She had the gentleness and benevolence of an ancient woman. Even if a man really liked a woman who was beaten-up in bed, in reality, he would still be attracted to this kind of classical girl.

When he looked at her, it was as if he could see her for a lifetime, as if he could see the everlasting tranquility and gentleness of the sea and the rocks.

When Tang Xiaoyi saw Zhong Daoqing gulp down a mouthful of water, she was unable to react to what he was trying to do. She only saw a flash of panic when he lowered his head and pinched her cheek.

He … How to... Do this?

Her thin lips, which carried the faint aroma of tobacco, were pressed tightly against his lips. Zhong Yuqing pried open her tightly closed teeth and slowly fed her water.

Tang Xiao Yi's pale face immediately turned crimson, just like a pure white gardenia dyed in the sunset red. It was indescribably enchanting.

”Cough …” ”Cough, cough …” Tang Xiao Ai was choked. She was unable to accept this kind of drinking method, but Zhong Yuqing had become so strong. He gripped her face tightly, not allowing her to resist.

The discomfort in her lungs caused all the muscles in her body to twitch, causing her to reveal an expression of pain.

”If you cooperate, you won't suffer.” Zhong Yuqing wiped away the water on her lips, hinting at something. It was a pity that Tang Xiao Yi was only focused on coughing, so she didn't know the true meaning behind his words.

Zhong Yuqing waited for her to calm down. He took a sip of water and pressed his lips against hers.

Tang Xiao Yi's face turned red as she felt a stream of heat flow from her mouth into her throat and into the depths of her body.

”No!” Finally, when Zhong Yuqing let her go, Tang Xiao Ai squeezed out two words.

”I... I'm not thirsty anymore … ”Don't feed …” The last word was barely audible. It was Tang Xiao Ai's arrhythmia. If it was because of alcohol, then what about this time?

It was difficult for Tang Xiaoyi to convince herself that Zhong Yuqing was only feeding her water in such an intimate manner, and was only trying to quench her thirst in a humanistic spirit.

”Just a little.” Zhong Yuqing's finger brushed against her lips. His long, narrow, black eyes seemed to be thinking of something.