Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"I'm not dumb!"

"Qiao Zhichu, listen to me carefully," Song Weiyi said each word clearly, "From now on, you should shout out when it hurts, and speak out when you feel uncomfortable. Don't force yourself to endure and pretend to be strong. You don't need to do this, understand!"

They were so close that Qiao Zhichu could clearly feel his warm breath brushing her cheek.

She raised her hand and placed it on his wrist: "In the past, no one cared when I cried out in pain. Over time, I got used to silence."

"Now there is."

Qiao Zhichu asked: "Who?"

"I."

Along with the words came his passionate kiss.

Qiao Zhichu didn't know why Song Weiyi's lips were so hot.

His breath became disordered when their lips touched.

This kiss seemed to carry with it the relief of surviving a disaster, and... complete possession.

Song Weiyi bit her hard, lifted her chin, and ran his fingers through her hair, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

The ambiguous sound of water echoed in the ward.

This was the first time that Qiao Zhichu felt such a passionate kiss.

She was also moved by his emotions. She hooked her arms around his neck, responded to him eagerly, and tossed and turned.

Both of them were immersed in this kiss, their breathing was heavy and long. Qiao Zhichu's shoulders were slightly shrugged, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer to his broad arms.

He was so carried away that he fanned the flames.

Something slowly fermented in this kiss.

There is no escape in this life.

"Cough-cough-"

A heavy cough was heard, waking Qiao Zhichu up.

Her body stiffened, and she quickly turned her head away, burying her head in Song Weiyi's arms.

I am too embarrassed to see anyone.

Is the ward door unlocked? Who's here?

Song Weiyi didn't react at all. He even pecked the corner of her lips lightly before slowly looking up.

He didn't show any embarrassment, but frowned unhappily: "Don't you know how to knock on the door? If you don't want your hands, you can donate them to people in need."

Sheng Jinyang said innocently: "I knocked on the door."

As he spoke, he even demonstrated it: "Bang, bang, bang, three times. Very heavy and loud. You didn't hear it. Can you blame me for that?"

Qiao Zhichu hid even closer in Song Weiyi's arms.

He patted her shoulder soothingly, pulled the quilt over her, and then stood up: "What's the matter."

"Didn't you ask me to come?" Sheng Jinyang spread his hands. "It's really a thankless task. I didn't see it on purpose. Not only did I knock on the door, I also stood there for a long time, but you didn't notice me."

Qiao Zhichu's face was as red as a cooked shrimp. She shrank into the quilt, leaving only her smooth forehead exposed.

Sheng Jinyang walked in: "What are you hiding, Qiao Zhichu? It's not against the law to kiss your boyfriend."

She replied sullenly, "Can you please stop talking?"

"Okay, I won't tell you. Mr. Song, you tell me."

Song Weiyi looked at him calmly and said, "Go check on Li Dahui."

"Isn't he all..."

"There is something fishy about this matter. There must be someone else behind him."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhichu poked her eyes out from under the quilt again: "You mean, he's coming for me?"

Song Weiyi nodded slightly.

There was a hint of moisture on his thin lips, which looked shiny.

The abstinent and cold Song Weiyi has a unique appeal at this moment.

Terrible.

That's her saliva.

Qiao Zhichu had an urge to help him wipe it off...

But I feel embarrassed.

"I understand," Sheng Jinyang straightened his expression, "Leave it to me."