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He wanted to ask but didn't want to reveal too much of his thoughts. He held himself back and remained silent.

He pretended that it was none of his business, but in his heart, he wanted to find a reason to send Fang Qi'er away so that he could secretly ask around in the city hospital.

Seeing that Qi Miao was not interested in this topic, Fang Qi'er changed the topic and started to chat.

She was indeed bored. Since there weren't any customers who came to the gym, she could only find someone to talk to as a coach.

Qi Miao couldn't suppress the anxiety, worry, and sadness in her heart. She thought of several reasons to make a trip, but due to her guilt, she didn't say anything.

Fortunately, after a while, another fitness instructor came to find Fang Qi'er and pulled her to spar with him. Only then was Qi Miao able to escape.

He put on his down jacket and hurried to the hospital.

It was not difficult to find out which ward Ye Dongmo lived in.

But it was hard to get in, and his men did their duty to stop her.

In the ward, Ye Dongmo looked at the familiar figure outside the window and laughed coldly. He turned around and went back to his room to lie down, closed his eyes and meditated.

However, he secretly pricked up his ears and paid attention to what was going on outside.

About ten minutes later.

Ye Dongmo felt that it was about time, and picked up his phone.

”Let her in!” Since the boss had instructed them to do so, they naturally had to allow him to pass.

Qi Miao walked to the sickbed with a face full of anxiety, ”You're awake, is your wound still painful?”

Although his subordinate had already said that it was only a superficial wound and a slight concussion, it wasn't serious at all, but Qi Miao's heart still ached. Her leg had been cut open a little more than a centimeter;

”Give me a kiss and it won't hurt anymore!” Although he was injured, Ye Dongmo did not mind.

Qi Miao stood by the side of the sickbed, listening to his request. Her expression immediately became unnatural, and she was in a dilemma.

Ye Dongmo bared his teeth, raised his hand and wiped his forehead.

Qi Miao thought that he was in so much pain that he was sweating, and subconsciously wanted to wipe him off with a tissue, but she did not expect that the moment she bent over, he would grab her and carry her into her embrace. Or more accurately, it was on his body!

Her chest was extremely hard, making Qi Miao feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to move and stand up, Ye Dongmo nimbly flipped him over and pressed him down.

Now, he couldn't even move if he wanted to. He could only stare at the man on top of him with his big, wet eyes, worried that the man's wounds might drag him down.

Afraid that Qi Miao would struggle, Ye Dongmo made the first move, clenching both of her hands tightly together!

”Let me go …” He wanted to say something else, but it was all drowned in his kiss.