"How's the wound? Does it hurt? Xia Qi asked.

"What would you do if I said it hurt?" Jun asked rhetorically.

Xia Qi was suffocated, yes, even if he was really in pain, what could she do?

He raised his hand that was not pricked, and suddenly ruffled his forehead hair, and there were traces of stitches on his originally smooth forehead. Although it is not long, it can be seen that the doctor's stitching skills are also very high, and the stitches are neat. But it was still like a perfect piece of porcelain, cracked, and mutilated.

"Is it ugly?" He muttered.

She shook her head and said, "Don't worry, the doctor said that if you recover well, you won't leave a scar." ”

"Would you like me if I wasn't good-looking?" For him, whether it will leave a scar or not, whether it hurts or not, is not what he cares about at all, the only thing he cares about is her reaction, "You said, because I am good-looking, you will like me." ”

She was stunned, it was a child's fairy tale, at that time, she only thought that he looked as beautiful as a Barbie doll, and she could dress him up at will, and he would not have any complaints, so she would often hang these words in her mouth.

It's just that those words were just random words she said when she was a child, but she didn't expect him to remember them all the time.

"Is my liking that important?" She asked.

"It's important." His answer, without the slightest hesitation, was just like this answer, which was so natural and natural.

Her fingers, gently stroking his forehead, slid around the perimeter of his wound. This man, even when he was beaten like this, has always protected her, if it weren't for him, then she would be the one lying in the hospital now.

"I don't dislike you just because you're hurt." She said.

He suddenly straightened up, his jaw tilted even more, and under the light, his pale skin and bright eyes were full of coldness and longing.

Obviously two contradictory things, but they are so naturally reflected in him.

"Kiki, kiss me!" He muttered.

And she, for a moment, couldn't even say anything to refuse. His eyes, as if they were about to suck into her whole soul, overwhelmed her.

Is it unbearable, or moved, or ...... Is it regret and want to make up for it......

Xia Qi couldn't tell which emotion was occupying her body at the moment, the only thing she knew was that at this moment, she couldn't refuse his begging.

"You...... Close your eyes. She demanded.

He closed his eyes obediently, and his long, dark eyelashes became more and more distinct.

She held his face with one hand and stroked his forehead with the other, looking at him steadily. Her heart was racing, announcing her nervousness. Obviously, she had had more intimate physical contact with him before, but this kind of tension was the first time she had experienced it.

Is it because this time, is it her who took the initiative? Take the initiative to kiss him?

Taking a deep breath, Xia Qi slowly leaned down, and her lips fell near the wound on Jun Jinyan's forehead, as if to soothe his pain.

His lips overflowed with a sigh of satisfaction, and his hands clasped around her waist.

"Kiki, I like you to kiss me, kiss me more!"

It turned out that her initiative could make him so happy, as if all the pain in the wound was gone, and all the limbs and bones seemed to be soaked in a warmth, which made him intoxicated.

It's a kind of infatuation, a kind of infatuation in the bones, sick and inextricable!