Mu Yin was taken aback and nodded doubtfully, "I know, Aunt Hong and the others have already gone to see her. I wanted to call a doctor for you. I didn't expect you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed her directly into the elevator and gently pinned her against the wall.
He lowered his head, gazing at her stunning face still stained with tear marks, his breathing rapid and heavy.
But he said nothing.
Mu Yin was dumbfounded and carefully raised her eyes to look at him, "You... what..."
Those curled eyelashes fluttered, looking at him timidly and with vexation.
Bo Fengheng's Adam's apple rolled heavily. Before she could finish her words, he bent down and fiercely sealed her lips with his.
The cool and warm breath, with a faint scent of cigar smoke, enveloped her.
This time, more intense than before, gentle yet fierce, it seemed to threaten to devour her.
"Mm..." Mu Yin felt dizzy, but still struggled subconsciously.
