When Zi Ruoxi used her delicate lips to kiss the back of Qiao Muyun's hand, or rather, at the very moment her lips touched his cold skin, even Zi Ruoxi herself was startled.
What's wrong with me...
As she realized the inappropriate action, a blush of shame swept across Zi Ruoxi's worldly face. The hands holding his began to heat up.
Brother Qiao Muyun, please get better soon, I'm begging you, get better soon...
Zi Ruoxi tightly gripped his hand again, placing it against her chest as she prayed, tears rolling down uncontrollably from her eyes once more. She could no longer think about why she was acting this way towards the person in front of her; perhaps she couldn't clearly understand what this feeling was, whether it was familial affection or romantic love, whether it was like or love?
