C7 (1/2)

It's time to apply the ointment! ” Qi Miao's voice slightly trembled, but also became a lot softer.

Putting the ice aside, whether she had enough time to apply it or not, she just wanted to get out of his arms as soon as possible. Otherwise, she was afraid she would lose control.

Panicking, she dropped the ice bag to the floor.

He quickly bent down to pick it up, but when he stood up, his face, or more accurately, his nose touched a place that he shouldn't have.

In just an instant of contact, Qi Miao was so embarrassed that she could not show her face.

He lowered his head, took out the medicinal oil, and shakily held a few drops of it in his hand as he gently stroked Ye Dongmo's slightly swollen and red wound with his palm.

”Hiss!” Ye Dongmo uttered in an inaudible voice, and the red-faced Qi Miao immediately raised her hand, ”Does it hurt? Did I use too much strength? ”

Ye Dongmo pulled her hand, and pressed it against his abdomen, ”It's here, swelling, it's painful! Dr Qi, help me treat it too! ”

Qi Miao was not a three year old child, how could she not know what he meant?

However, this sort of scolding was very similar to a couple who were having a small fight.

Ye Dongmo's mouth curved up, and revealed a meaningful smile, ”What's the use of having a face?”

Saying that, she stood up, and stood very close to Qi Miao, she lowered her head and looked at the little lady who was pursing her lips, still angry.

He was 1.84 meters tall and Qi Miao was barely 1.66 meters. With a height difference of over 20 centimeters, it was the best distance to kiss.

Before Qi Miao could react, he had already held her small face, and her warm lips were wrapped around her lips.

Qi Miao waved his hands without anywhere else to place them, as she emitted out a faint moan of protest.

Only, his kiss had an unstoppable charm to her.

It was a long-awaited kiss, one that had appeared many times in her dreams.

And at this moment, it was as if it was real.

As her slightly cold tongue made its way between her lips, she gradually forgot what year it was. She raised her hand that was covered with medicinal oil, helplessly and passively accepting it.

He almost lost himself in his tender kiss.

However, Qi Miao didn't completely lose herself in the process, and thus quickly realized that such an action wasn't appropriate.

His body was struggling as he used his tongue to push out the invading tongue.

”No way! ”We can't do this.” His voice was pleading.

”Why not?” Ye Dongmo ridiculed.

”I, I,” she pursed her lips, lowering her head, ”I am a married woman, please respect me, Boss Ye!”

”Call me Brother Dong, I like hearing you call me Brother Dong!”

”You are the boss, of course I have to call you Boss Ye!”

Qi Miao did her best to control her heart that was already throbbing endlessly. She tried her best to make his tone sound cold, but it was difficult to keep it from trembling.

”Ha!” Ye Dongmo sneered, ”Why do I feel like you enjoy the time I kiss you?”

Hearing his words, Qi Miao felt so ashamed that she lost all face. Indeed, her performance just now exposed her true emotions.

He raised his eyebrows in frustration and pursed his lips, not saying a word. He took a piece of gauze from the medicine box and wiped off the oil on his hand.

Ye Dongmo looked at Qi Miao as if he was watching a good show, with a face full of ridicule.

”I remember you sending me a short message saying that you would like me for the rest of my life. It's only been a few years and I've already forgotten about it?”

Even though his voice was soft, it carried a hint of complaint.

Qi Miao's heart spasmed, as if an invisible hand had fiercely grabbed onto him.

She didn't forget, she never forgot!

If it wasn't for the fact that she still liked it, she wouldn't have allowed that kiss to happen no matter what.