Lin Zhiyi was shocked by the man's attitude, but what shocked her even more was still to come.
"The child is gone; it's gone. There's no one more important to me than you in my heart."
After speaking, the man cupped Song Wanqiu's face, his fingers wiping the corner of her eye before he kissed her without warning.
Song Wanqiu was stunned at first, then pushed the man away.
"Have you lost your mind? This is a hospital! What if someone sees us?"
"This place is desolate in late autumn and winter, hardly anyone comes here. I'll just touch, it'll make you feel comfortable."
The man's tone changed, extra rogueish.
His hand didn't leave Song Wanqiu's face but instead, disregarding her anger, he kissed her domineeringly once more.
At first, Song Wanqiu struggled, but after a dozen seconds, she also wrapped her arms around the man, and the two of them started kissing deeply.
They even made smacking noises.