Gu Xinzhou put on a stern face and asserted, "You're overthinking! What about it?"
Song Zhen: "..."
He hadn't expected the little girl to suddenly toughen up.
He liked this look.
Moving his attractive Adam's apple, he looked up at the IV drip, somewhat annoyed that he couldn't use her as an antidote, instead needing medication to detox.
Closing his eyes, he took Gu Xinzhou's small hand and kissed it gently on the lips.
The gesture was tender and lingering.
With his large hand, he spread each fingertip of her small hands apart, intertwining their fingers, and he smiled, "No regrets, good night."
Gu Xinzhou was not used to having her hand held this way.
Each fingertip clinging tightly to his, such sensation was making her heart flutter intensely.
She didn't quite understand his meaning. "No regrets about what?"
Without opening his eyes, Song Zhen curved the corners of his mouth, "No regrets about the IV. Because you're still sick, and I can't bear to use you as an antidote."