Mengmeng said that when she fainted, he was so worried it seemed like he might faint too.
But when she woke up, he was gone?
Where did he go? Not even a word—so annoying!
"Just a small task. As soon as I finished, I hurried back to see you." Mu Jingxi sat by the bedside, sensing her anger. He didn't bother with excessive explanations.
With a stretch of his long arm, he pulled her into his embrace. His scorching thin lips gently pecked her lips.
"What's that about? You just made me mad and now you want to kiss me?"
Qiao An playfully shoved him, her hands pressed against his chest. Under her palm, the searing warmth seemed about to penetrate her skin.
She withdrew her hand, but the next second, Mu Jingxi grabbed her wrist and pressed it firmly against his heart.
"Don't be mad anymore. I'll stay with you tonight, okay?"
"Who—who wants you to stay?" Qiao An rolled her eyes at him. "I already promised Little Nuomi that I'd sleep with her tonight."
