Xu Anran was busy inspecting the rooms, but did not expect to enter a ward, where there was no one else, and only Guan Jingyi sat on the sofa, reading a magazine.
Xu Anran frowned and asked: "Why are you here?"
Guan Jingyi stood up, closed the door, and turned to hug Xu Anran.
The aura that solely belonged to Guan Jingyi, was sprayed on Xu Anran's face, and it became somewhat scorching hot. Guan Jingyi's breathing also became rough and heavy.
"Do you miss me?" Guan Jingyi hugged Xu Anran and threw her onto the bed.
In the next second, Xu Anran was lying under Guan Jingyi's body.
Xu Anran punched Guan Jingyi on the chest: "You're crazy, quickly let me go, someone can come in at any time."
"That won't happen, this is my comrade's father's sickroom. I have already spent all of them and no one will be able to come back for an hour. Answer me first, do you think I am? " Guan Jingyi's voice was urgent, his breathing heavy like a little kid's.