Hospital, Qin Miaomiao sat by the bedside, peeling an apple. Joanna reclined partway on the bed, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on her, so soft that it seemed tenderness might drip from them.
"Meow Meow Meow, thank you for saving me." Joanna struggled with Qin Miaomiao's name and couldn't pronounce it correctly.
"Actually, it was more like I got you embroiled in this."
Joanna suddenly wrapped her arms around Qin Miaomiao's waist, resting her head on her shoulder, savoring the fragrance on her body, her heart racing wildly.
"No way! Meow Meow Meow is the best. How about you stay here in Paris and don't go back to the country, okay?"
At least if she stayed in France, Joanna would still have a chance—opportunities to see her, to hug her, to kiss her, and maybe more.
Qin Miaomiao felt deeply guilty for being the cause of Joanna's injury, so she did not react too strongly against Joanna's intimate actions.
