Chiang Xiao suddenly turned around, "How am I lying? Isn’t this how you give someone water? I wanted to be gentle too, but you just clenched your teeth and wouldn’t open your mouth, so I had no choice but to use force!"
Meng Xinian had a faint memory in his mind, at that time Chiang Xiaoxiao kept calling out to him, it was precisely because he recognized her voice that he relaxed.
But there was another memory that made his heart start racing bit by bit.
It seemed like something soft had pressed against his lips...
Meng Xinian’s gaze grew hotter and hotter, scorching as it fell upon her lips.
Chiang Xiao beat a retreat.
His gaze was like swallowing her whole!
"I’m going out to boil some water so you won’t have to drink water in the middle of the night!" She suddenly picked up the kettle and ran out.
Meng Xinian suddenly chuckled softly.
In her hand, it was heavy.
Chen Yin was here just now, he must have already boiled water for them, who would wait until nearly two in the morning to go boil water?
"Kitten, what’s the rush?"
Meng Xinian’s voice sounded as if it was laced with flames, making her ears heat up when she heard it.
Chiang Xiao regretted it.
She should have been calmer just now, what’s there to panic about?
What’s there to be panicky about?
Why does she become so flustered every time she faces Meng Xinian?
Meng Xinian grabbed her hand, pulled her over, took the kettle from her hands, placed it back on the table beside the bed, cupped her face with both hands, and looked at her intently.
"What are you doing?" Chiang Xiao feigned calm.
But her heart was thumping wildly, blatantly betraying her.
"Xiaoxiao, tell me, how did you give me water, hmm?"
"Tell the truth," he interrupted her.
Chiang Xiao’s gaze wandered.
The pads of Meng Xinian’s fingers brushed her lips.
Chiang Xiao shuddered.
"Using this?" Meng Xinian’s voice was so deep it was nearly sinful, making Chiang Xiao’s heart beat even faster.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
About to spiral out of control, nearly leaping out of her chest.
She was annoyed, so she looked at him and said, "Yes, it couldn’t be fed any other way! Is that strange?" She was angry and embarrassed.
He had passed out, so how could he remember anything?
Even if he did remember, wasn’t it enough to just know in his heart, did he need to pin her down to spell it all out? This man was simply vicious, detestable.
She herself wanted to forget all about it!
Meng Xinian held her face, their foreheads touching, as he laughed softly in a low voice.
The magnetic laughter vibrated Chiang Xiao’s eardrums, making her face heat up and redden bit by bit.
And he just wouldn’t stop laughing.
Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but pinch him hard on his waist, "Have you laughed enough?"
"Not yet, my heart is overjoyed."
Meng Xinian was still holding her face, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling.
This was their most intimate moment, even though it was just this, Chiang Xiao’s heartbeat was wild, her mind in a daze, as if intoxicated by his breath.
Not until footsteps came from outside, likely someone walking through the corridor, the steps particularly loud in the quiet of the night, did Chiang Xiao snap out of it and immediately pushed him away.
Her hand accidentally pressed on the wound on Meng Xinian’s chest, and in her panic, she forgot to control her strength, causing Meng Xinian to groan in pain from the bittersweet sensation.