Chapter 822: In Every Breath, Becoming One
Around her waist, his possessive arm was still wrapped tightly.
Beside her ear, his warm breath lingered.
With every breath he took, Song Yinyin found her own breathing naturally harmonizing with his, slowly merging into one.
Outside, a touch of golden light slanted in, and her heart warmed along with the hospital room.
Driven by a sudden impulse, she turned her head and proactively leaned in with her pretty face.
Then, she stealthily gave him a quick kiss on his incredibly handsome, mesmerizing, and intensely manly face.
She was immensely happy and satisfied.
Just as she was about to withdraw from his lips, the supposedly sleeping man abruptly opened his keen, captivating amber eyes.
Boom—
Caught red-handed, Song Yinyin flinched, her face flushed, and she instinctively pulled away.
However, her nape was tightly held by his large hand, her eyes widened, but she couldn’t retreat.
Before she could react, she suddenly found herself sprawled atop him, with their noses nearly touching.
Lu Jihan’s eyes grew increasingly profound.
Song Yinyin’s breath hitched, holding her breath, she could hear her heart pounding fiercely.
Pressing her hands against Lu Jihan’s chest, she slightly pulled away, emphasizing with a trembling voice, "No, you’re not allowed, not allowed to come closer..."
Lu Jihan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "Alright, then you kiss me."
His domineering declaration came as he forcefully pulled her head towards him, with his hand still holding her nape.
When Song Yinyin’s lips were forcibly pressed against his fiery lips, the air around them thinned instantly.
"Hey, Lu Jihan, you..."
Oh my, this is a hospital room, how could he just start kissing like this?
Song Yinyin’s mind was still clear, but his passion, like a wave, instantly shattered all her rational thoughts.
Lost and bewildered, with a hint of panic, she struggled to rise.
However, Lu Jihan simply lifted her whole body, pressing her against himself.
Song Yinyin symbolically struggled twice, her pretty face crimson, yet she lacked the strength to resist, her hands helplessly braced on either side of Lu Jihan’s neck.
"Why, because when a husband kisses his wife, does he need the wife’s consent?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lu Jihan, having regained his memory, had resumed his sweet talk, his affectionate words were truly intoxicating.
"This is a hospital room, don’t you have any shame?" she softly reprimanded.
"Facing my adorable wife, what’s the need for shame?"
"..."
She was utterly speechless, yet resigned, she remained frozen in place, afraid to move.
His lips gently explored hers, not rushing, as if awaiting something.
Song Yinyin’s heart felt like it was endlessly teased by a feather, nearly breaking apart.
A light and joyful sound escaped from Lu Jihan’s throat.
In the next moment, he forcefully bit her lip.
Song Yinyin winced in pain, instinctively furrowing her brow, Lu Jihan’s hoarse and charming laughter remained, the familiar scent entangled with her, as if returning to the time when they were newlyweds.
Sweet yet torturous.
Gradually, the lingering between their lips seemed unsatisfactory to Lu Jihan’s deep desire, as he turned and pressed Song Yinyin beneath him.
Feeling Lu Jihan’s weight, the prolonged kiss suddenly turned fervent.
A wave of dizziness hit her, rendering Song Yinyin passive.
The surrounding temperature continued to rise, and for a brief moment, Song Yinyin felt her soul had been ignited by this kiss.
(The seventh major release, everyone get your tickets ready)