Ye Anxin’s response imdiately sent Mu Beiting into a boiling frenzy. In one swift motion, he flipped her over onto the bed. Because of his forceful movents, he accidentally pulled on his wound, unaware that the bandages were stained red, as he was completely imrsed in the kiss.
Gradually, Mu Beiting was no longer satisfied with just a kiss.
Ye Anxin gradually lost herself in the kiss.
Just when things were about to get out of hand, Ye Anxin’s wandering reason suddenly returned. She hurriedly reached out to push the Mu Beiting pressing down on her.
Unfortunately, Mu Beiting remained unmoving like a mountain.
Ye Anxin’s pretty face turned bright red, but she didn’t dare to exert too much force in pushing Mu Beiting, afraid of aggravating his wound. She could only push while trying to persuade him, "Uncle, this is a hospital, you’re injured!"
Mu Beiting turned a deaf ear, his hands did not stop.
Ye Anxin’s eyes turned red with urgency, and with a voice tinged with tears, she cried out again, "Uncle...!"
At her call, Mu Beiting’s actions suddenly halted. He moved his thin lips away from hers, putting a small distance between them, as his sharp yet dreamy eyes stared intently at her delicate face.
"Uncle, not here, okay?" Seeing Mu Beiting’s eyes burning with unt desire, Ye Anxin felt extrely guilty.
But, this was a hospital, and no matter how guilty she felt, she couldn’t accept giving away her first ti in a hospital.
Mu Beiting’s thin lips pressed into a line, and with heavy breaths, he rolled off her and got up, ignoring Ye Anxin still lying on the hospital bed, and turned to enter the bathroom.
Once she was free, Ye Anxin sat up from the bed, licking her lips already numbed by the kiss, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Ye Anxin stood up, walking slowly to the bathroom door, and knocked, "Uncle... How’s your arm? Should I call the doctor?"
Although her mind had been muddled earlier, she clearly saw that the bandage on his arm had been soaked through.
Their earlier actions surely must have affected his wound. She couldn’t help but wonder how the wound was now?
Unfortunately, Mu Beiting did not respond.
Left with no choice, Ye Anxin pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear any sounds from inside.
In the quiet bathroom, she faintly heard a burst of intermittent, suppressed, intolerable—
Hearing this sound, Ye Anxin instinctively thought that his wound had worsened, and fearing he didn’t want to alarm her, he was suppressing his voice.
Thinking of this, the unease in Ye Anxin’s heart gradually expanded, just as she was about to go out and call a doctor, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Seeing Yan Qinghan suddenly appear, Ye Anxin’s face, which had just returned to normal, flushed again instantly.
The mont Yan Qinghan entered the room, he sensed the unusual air in the ward, understanding clearly, he took large strides towards Ye Anxin, staring at her swollen lips for quite a while before suddenly smiling ambiguously, "Hmm... The atmosphere seems a little off! Little sister-in-law, what’s up with your lips?"
"Uh...!" Faced with Yan Qinghan’s straightforward question, Ye Anxin was speechless, only able to bow her head low.
The more embarrassed she was, the harder Yan Qinghan found it to resist teasing her, "Mu Beiting is sothing else, isn’t he? Doesn’t know how to cherish beauty at all? How can he be so rough with soone as lovely as you, little sister-in-law? Look, your lips are nearly swollen from his kisses!"
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