Her face flushed red, and in her embarrassment, she looked away, only to meet Qiao Yiyang’s face, which had leaned in very close.
Her frantic gaze crashed tumultuously into his dark, scorching eyes.
In an instant, her body tensed, wanting to create distance between them. But his hand quickly grabbed her wrist.
Her movements stopped, and she dared not move.
In front of them, a couple, engrossed in the movie, had started kissing passionately, forgetting themselves.
Lin Xinlan’s eyes flickered slightly, her face burning red, and she dared not meet Qiao Yiyang’s gaze.
She knew what he wanted to do. She cursed silently in her heart, certain that he had planned this all along. Bringing her to the movies and specifically choosing this film was for this moment, wasn’t it...
If he wanted to kiss her, she wouldn’t refuse. However, she was truly nervous and also very resistant.
Her eyes slightly cast down, she hid the reluctance within them, so he wouldn’t notice anything.
Qiao Yiyang leaned in closer, and seeing her stiffen up, his gaze darkened suddenly, without any hesitation, he kissed her lips.
She suddenly pushed him away forcefully, not looking at his grim expression, she got up and rushed out of the cinema.
Her movements were quick, fluid as if he were a flood or a wild beast, something to be avoided at all costs.
The man watched her leave, his face darkening, his hands clenched tightly. In the dim light, he looked exceptionally chilling and frightening.
Once outside, Lin Xinlan caught her breath and took out her phone to send Qiao Yiyang a message.
’Sorry, I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’ll go back to rest first.’
Qiao Yiyang didn’t reply to her. She thought about it and still hailed a taxi to go back home.
Leaning against the car window, she closed her eyes feeling very tired.
What should she do? She could not pretend to be with him at all. After they got married, how would she cope with life afterward?
As she pondered, a message arrived.
Qiao Yiyang replied to her, "Letting my girlfriend go home alone was my negligence. If you are feeling unwell, go back and rest early. See you tomorrow."
Lin Xinlan stared at the words ’See you tomorrow,’ feeling on the verge of a breakdown.
She had evaded today, but could she evade tomorrow?
In the spacious, white hospital room, apart from the subtle noises from the machines, there were no other sounds, making the empty room even more eerily quiet.
On the hospital bed, Rong Shaoze, with a pale face, had his eyes tightly shut, wearing an oxygen mask, as if he had been asleep for thousands of years, utterly devoid of the breath of life.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Tao Hua, wearing a white lab coat, walked in slowly. After conducting a series of checks on him and determining that his condition today was a bit better than yesterday, he nodded in satisfaction.
As he tidied up the medical equipment, he chatted with the comatose man, "I’m saying, you’ve been asleep for nearly a month now; it’s time to wake up. If you don’t wake up soon, you’ll miss out on some exciting events."
Of course, the person in a coma on the bed wouldn’t answer him.
In an unseen corner, a voice cold and indifferent rose, "What exciting events?"