Chiang Xiao suddenly realized she had touched his wound and became anxious, "Are you okay?"
Meng Xinian held her hand, "It’s fine."
Even if it wasn’t, he would pretend it was.
Who could blame him for feeling like he wanted to fly right now?
His chest was filled with happiness and satisfaction, along with a very sweet and sticky sensation that made the smile in his eyes impossible to suppress.
Gazing at Chiang Xiao, he couldn’t help but say, "How about we file a marriage report at seventeen? At sixteen, I don’t know if they’ll let us..."
Chiang Xiao couldn’t take it anymore and snapped, "Meng Xinian!"
That was just enough.
How did things escalate to this point so suddenly?
She truly hadn’t seen it coming and was completely unprepared!
Meng Xinian cradled her hand in his, his eyes shining as he looked at her, accusingly saying, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, be reasonable, you can’t just do whatever you want because I was unconscious."
"How did I do whatever I wanted!" Chiang Xiao was utterly dumbfounded.
"Even if I was unconscious, you stole my first kiss, and you have to take responsibility," Meng Xinian said solemnly. "Luckily, we’re engaged, so it’s not like you were being rogue."
Chiang Xiao felt like fainting.
She gritted her teeth and suddenly really wanted to bite him.
What’s the saying about someone who takes advantage and then plays cute? That must have been coined for Tyrant Meng, right?
He was utterly shameless.
If she had known, she would have ignored him and let him fend for himself!
Meng Xinian pinched her cheek and said, "Those vibrant young male classmates of yours, look at them a little less."
Chiang Xiao swatted his hand away.
"Don’t you want to rest?"
It’s all her fault for giving him the Spiritual Spring Water, which made him so spirited now.
Meng Xinian looked at the hospital bed and sighed.
What to do, he really wanted to hold her and sleep now.
Too bad, he had to wait three more years until she turned eighteen.
But now, Meng Xinian was very satisfied, knowing that Chiang Xiao was pretending to be calm. He didn’t dare to tease her further, fearing that if he really annoyed her, she would push back the big step he had taken tonight.
"How are you going to rest?"
There were three beds in this ward, and Chiang Xiao glanced at him before immediately moving to the farthest one.
"Can’t you sleep on the bed next to me?" Meng Xinian watched her, struggling not to laugh.
Chiang Xiao shook her head and made a face at him.
"I want to keep my distance from you!"
Meng Xinian took off his coat, lay down, pulled up the blanket, and silently started to chuckle.
This silly girl, thinking one bed apart was keeping her distance?
No matter how you look at it, they were sleeping under the same roof tonight.
The lights were switched off by Chiang Xiao.
In the darkness, both of them lying in bed quietly touched their own lips with their hands, closing their eyes, the corners of their mouths uncontrollably lifting into smiles.
Chiang Xiao’s face was still burning hot.
Meng Xinian’s heart, blazing.
The next day, Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao came to the hospital along with Chen Yin.
Ge Liutao brought them breakfast, which included porridge made from pheasant. But just as Meng Xinian took a sip, his motion paused, and he couldn’t help but glance at Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Xiao, biting on her spoon, turned away, refusing to look at him, utterly refusing.
Chen Yin always felt that something between them had changed overnight.
While Chiang Xiao was talking with Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao, he went over to Meng Xinian, nudged him with his elbow, and whispered, "Hey, Sister-in-law is only fifteen this New Year, you didn’t..."
Meng Xinian kicked him with his uninjured left foot.
What could he possibly do?