"Since you're feeling well," he said, "let's continue what we didn't finish earlier."
"What is that?" Lin Xinlan blinked in confusion.
Rong Shaoze slowly kissed her lips, her face flushed, and she instantly understood what he meant.
Ever since Rong Shaoze had found her, he loved to kiss her.
When he finally let go of her, Lin Xinlan joked breathlessly, "You've been kissing me too often recently. Aren't you afraid of catching my virus?"
Rong Shaoze said nonchalantly, "I wish I could catch it. That way, I could share some of your pain so you wouldn't have to suffer alone. But Tao Hua said even if we made love, the virus wouldn't pass on to me."
Lin Xinlan leaned against him, smiling slightly, "Even if it's not contagious, you shouldn't kiss me all the time. Be careful of hygiene."
"Hygiene?"
