"What should we do then? Get up quickly, let's go to the Hospital to have a look." Ni Yang tried to push herself off the ground, wanting to stand up.
Just at this moment, Mo Qishen rolled over, and the situation reversed instantly.
It became her beneath him.
"What should we do?" Mo Qishen's hands propped above her shoulders on the snowy ground, just looking at Ni Yang, "What do you think we should do? Of course, you have to take responsibility for me."
"Is this really the time for jokes?"
"Don't you want to take responsibility for me?" Mo Qishen's gaze slightly deepened.
Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, "The men who want me to take responsibility for them could line up hand in hand and circle the earth seven or eight times, you... would still have to wait in line."
"Then let me leave a mark first." As he spoke, he kissed her.
Her lips were cool and carried a faint scent of alcohol.
