This fellow, unexpectedly playing rogue, Xia Yihan's face blushed, knowing what he meant, or asked him a sentence: "What do you do?"

"Give me a kiss and I won't get angry."

"What kind of kiss, what should I do in case of a wound?" Xia Yihan did not depend on him. Last time he secretly kissed her in the hospital and pulled the wound. Although he said it was all right, she saw that he had sweated on his forehead, and did not know how distressed he was.

"No, you kiss me, I won't move." Ye Zimo said solemnly.

"Oh, what's a kiss? I won't run until you get better."...