However, she couldn't dare forget that she fell onto someone else and "pressed" on him for ten minutes.
Zhou Ziang stood up, raising his uninjured left hand to Xiao Xian's cheek.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and a faint scent of fresh grass lingered in the air, a familiar fragrance that Xiao Xian couldn't for the life of her remember where she had smelled it before.
The warmth beside her cheek was getting closer.
Outside the hospital room, Zhuo Feng knocked on the door: "Xiao Xian, are you in there? I heard from your uncle that you came here to visit a basketball friend."
The warmth shifted, a warmth at the tip of her nose, gently scraped by someone's fingertip, "No need to be polite, you're a girl, and if you were to get hurt and scarred, it wouldn't be beautiful."
Zhou Ziang's action was so sudden that Xiao Xian's mind went blank instantly, and she even forgot to ask about what she originally planned to ask - whether he had been to Guiyang five years ago.
