The others walked out of the service area, turned around, and realized that Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe had not kept up.
Jin Ruizhi volunteered, I will go back and look for them.
Jian Yiyi followed closely behind. I will go with you.
The two walked back into the service area.
Jin Ruizhi, with his tall figure and long legs, walked in front. His gaze swept around, and he spotted Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe hugging and kissing.
They were still on the street, with people passing by from time to time.
Little Jin Ruizhi was greatly shocked.
Making out right on the street!
Is this how adults date?
Too uninhibited!
To hug and kiss the person you love with such reckless abandon... Jin Ruizhi was an honest boy, so he would just tell the truth: he wanted to try it too.
Just then, Jian Yiyi ran over from behind. Jin Ruizhi, what are you looking at?
Jin Ruizhi reached out and covered Jian Yiyi's eyes. Don't look.
He should be the only one to see such an R-rated scene!
Jian Yiyi could only see the palm of Jin Ruizhi's hand. Why can you look, but I can't?
Jin Ruizhi: I am older than you.
Jian Yiyi: You are only a few months older.
Jin Ruizhi: Even a day older is still older. You have to call me brother.
Jian Yiyi: Brother, let me see.
Her soft, sweet, and coquettish voice drilled into Jin Ruizhi's ears, and his stiff bones began to soften.
Should he let her take a peek?
In his moment of distraction, Jian Yiyi playfully hopped to the side and looked forward. Her fair cheeks instantly turned beet red!
Oh my god, her sister and brother-in-law were kissing on the street!
Both of them were still innocent kids. Let alone watching people kiss, even seeing people hold hands would make them feel both fascinated and embarrassed.
They were incredibly pure.
Not to mention, the two people kissing were her own sister and brother-in-law.
Jian Yiyi swiftly turned around, her face so red it looked like it could drip blood.
Jin Ruizhi crossed his arms and stood beside her, saying lazily, Look, keep looking. Why did you stop looking?
Jian Yiyi pouted her rosy little lips. Why didn't you stop me just now?
Jin Ruizhi laughed. Hey, Jian Yiyi, don't be unreasonable. I was trying to stop you the whole time, but you insisted on looking.
Jian Yiyi: Who told you not to block me tighter?
Jin Ruizhi: How else was I supposed to stop you? I couldn't just wrap my arms around your waist and carry you away.
Jian Yiyi: No, you couldn't. Men and women shouldn't touch each other so casually.
Jin Ruizhi: I know, so I won't touch you before you come of age.
Jian Yiyi: You can't touch me after I come of age either.
Jin Ruizhi: When can I touch you?
Jian Yiyi: Never in your life.
Jin Ruizhi: If you don't let any other man touch you for the rest of your life, I will agree to that.
Jian Yiyi: Deal.
Jin Ruizhi extracted a promise from her, feeling secretly delighted.
The two weren't stupid enough to run up to Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe and say, Stop kissing, let's hurry up and leave.
The two youngsters returned to the entrance of the service area.
Old Madam Qin: Did you find Little He and Yaya?
Jin Ruizhi: Found them.
Old Master Qin: What are they doing?
Jin Ruizhi: They are eating spicy strips, Kissing Burn flavor.
Old Madam Qin: Kissing spicy strips are junk food. They shouldn't eat too much.
Jin Ruizhi spread his hands. Grandma, I can't control them.
Old Madam Qin: I will give them a talking-to in a bit.
Because they were on the street, Qin Yuhe naturally couldn't hold Song Xinya and slip his tongue into her mouth for a French kiss.
It was just lips touching lips, a brief taste.
Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the service area and met up with the main group.
Old Madam Qin looked at Qin Yuhe. Did you take Yaya to eat junk food?
Qin Yuhe: ?
What?
Old Madam Qin: Did you think I wouldn't know? Jin Ruizhi went to find you just now and caught you sneaking spicy strips.
Qin Yuhe understood, shooting a cold glare at Jin Ruizhi.
Jin Ruizhi rubbed his nose. Saying they were eating spicy strips was better than saying they were eating each other's faces.
Saying they were making out would be too embarrassing.
Song Xinya walked over. Grandma, Little He didn't take me to eat junk food. He just bought me cotton candy, so we got delayed for a bit.
Old Madam Qin then stopped nagging Qin Yuhe.
The Rolls-Royce continued down the highway.
Daylight gradually faded, and the evening glow dyed the sky red before being replaced by the pitch-black night.
The Rolls-Royce parked inside a hospital.
In the ward, a burn specialist in a white coat examined Qin Yuhe.
Song Xinya was anxious and asked, Doctor, can his hand recover to how it was before?
The burn specialist said, There is a probability of full recovery, around 10 percent.
It was no longer a vague hope, but a definite probability.
Although the chances sounded slim, there was finally hope.
Song Xinya couldn't wait. Can we do some treatments right now?
The burn specialist: Yes, I will personally perform a scar-removal treatment for President Qin. It's getting late, and there is an empty ward available. President Qin can stay here, and I will do another treatment for him tomorrow morning.
Hearing that there was hope for Qin Yuhe's hand to recover, Old Madam Qin and Old Master Qin breathed a sigh of relief. They took Jian Yiyi and Jin Ruizhi back, while Song Xinya stayed in the hospital to accompany Qin Yuhe.
After Qin Yuhe finished his scar-removal treatment, he pushed open the ward door and saw Song Xinya wearing pink pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed with her eyes closed and hands clasped together.
Qin Yuhe: What are you doing?
Song Xinya: Praying for you, asking God to protect you.
Qin Yuhe: We are a socialist society that believes in Marxist materialism. We don't believe in that God stuff.
Song Xinya kept her eyes closed, hands still clasped. Then I will beg the Jade Emperor to bless you. The Jade Emperor is our god.
Qin Yuhe walked over to her and patted her head. You are even believing in metaphysics now. Are you silly?
Song Xinya: The end of science is metaphysics. I am not silly.
Qin Yuhe smiled, letting her sit cross-legged on the bed and pray to the gods.
His fingers brushed past his collar, unbuttoning his white shirt one by one. His sharp collarbones, sturdy chest, and lean abdominal muscles were revealed in turn.
After taking off his shirt, he looked back at the little girl on the bed. I am going to take a shower. Are you done praying?
Song Xinya opened her eyes and saw the man's bulging, muscular broad shoulders and narrow waist. Her eyelashes trembled fiercely. I am done. The Jade Emperor said he will definitely bless your hands with a complete recovery.
Qin Yuhe waved at her. Hurry up, come give me a bath.
Coming, coming, Song Xinya jumped out of bed, ran to his side, and nestled into his embrace, letting him rest one arm on her shoulder. I will carry you there.
Qin Yuhe had long been able to walk on his own, but with a beauty in his arms, he wasn't going to refuse. He rested his arm on her shoulder, leaning half his body weight against her.
Song Xinya grunted and panted as she carried him toward the bathroom.
The wound on Qin Yuhe's abdomen had not fully healed yet. The cut had just grown together but wasn't firm yet, so it couldn't be exposed to water.
Song Xinya held the wet towel, carefully washing his body, making sure no water dripped onto the wound on his abdomen.
"Take off my underwear," Qin Yuhe said, "and wash that area carefully for me too."
Song Xinya's small face flushed red. "You can wash that part yourself."
"You've washed it before," Qin Yuhe countered. "Why are you so reluctant today?"
Don't even mention that last experience. She had been washing him, and then he... reacted.
It had startled Song Xinya so much that she ended up having wet dreams all night.
But that time, because his hands were still wrapped in bandages and he couldn't take care of himself, she had to bite the bullet and finish washing him, even though he was aroused.
This time was different. His hands were perfectly capable of doing the job.
After washing his neck, back, legs, and arms, Song Xinya shoved the wet towel into his hands. "You can wash the rest yourself."
She walked out of the bathroom and threw herself onto the bed, burying her burning cheeks in the pillow. Her mind raced uncontrollably with wild, intimate thoughts.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Stop having dirty thoughts.
Qin Yuhe emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the bed. Leaning down, he pressed his tall, muscular frame against Song Xinya's soft, slender body.
She lay on her stomach, with him pressing down on her.
The heavy weight of his body left her breathless.
Their mingling body heat scorched every nerve in her body.
The hard, powerful feel of the man's body bewitched her mind.
She tried to push him away to maintain her modesty. "Qin Yuhe, don't mess around."
"I want to eat you," Qin Yuhe murmured.
"We are in a hospital room," Song Xinya protested.
"That just makes it more exciting..."
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This chapter is a bonus update.
Next chapter, hehe.
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