"Zhenxin..." He Zhenxin looked at him blankly, and when she realized he was touching her, her whole body felt like it was about to ignite.
Her hands were trembling, the shivering sensation spreading from her tailbone filled her with an unprecedented fear.
"Mr. Li... you... um..."
The next moment, his slightly dry lips imprinted on hers.
The soft touch of their lips made her eyes suddenly widen.
Her hands that were resting on Li Yanan's waist shifted to a tight grip, not daring to even breathe...
"Zhenxin, you're finally back..."
Li Yanan spoke softly, and before He Zhenxin could understand what he meant, the man had already lost consciousness...
The night in Manhattan was deep.
When He Zhenxin returned to the hospital room from outside, she deliberately lightened her actions.
This was a single-person room, with a floor-to-ceiling window occupying a third of the room, clearly showcasing Manhattan's bright lights.
Lin Tuantuan was asleep, resting on Oscar's soft belly.
