Jiang Li wanted to pull her hand away, but Fu Jiuxiao pulled her closer. Their noses touched, and their breaths intertwined.
Fu Jiuxiao chuckled. "Why did you only kiss my forehead? There are other places to kiss."
Hearing Fu Jiuxiao's words, Jiang Li blushed and pushed Fu Jiuxiao's chest. "You're still sick. I don't want to be infected. Otherwise, my studies will be delayed and I also won't be able to take care of you.
Fu Jiuxiao's eyes fell on her lips. "Are you afraid of delaying your studies, or are you afraid of not being able to take care of me?"
Jiang Li wanted to say something, but Fu Jiuxiao lowered his head and kissed her. His breathing gradually became heavier, and the tip of his tongue in his mouth became more forceful, making Jiang Li almost unable to breathe.
"I really hope that my body can get better faster," Fu Jiuxiao said with his breath on Jiang Li's lips.
