Gong Chen walked to the window, pulled it open, and threw a cigarette to his friend, lighting it with one hand cupping the flame.
His friend pocketed the cigarette but didn't smoke.
Looking at Gong Chen through the mist, he couldn't help asking, "Who is this woman, actually requiring you to personally accompany her? When Song Wanqiu was injured, you didn't stay with her for even one night. That morning, I saw you leaving another ward; it couldn't have been hers, could it?"
"Uh-huh." Gong Chen bluntly confirmed.
His friend nearly stumbled.
He quickly walked to face Gong Chen and, to his surprise, clearly saw the marks at his collar.
At first, he was hesitant to confirm what he saw, but after clearly seeing them, he was totally shocked.
Gong Chen?
Love bites?
Impossible!
Gong Chen had been with Song Wanqiu for three years, they hadn't even been seen holding hands, let alone leaving love bites.