After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Cheng Zhanxi's figure approached from a distance, growing clearer and clearer. The upward curve of her lips, her bright and clear peach-blossom eyes, made the airport behind her seem to lose its color.

Yu Qingtang's toes took an almost imperceptible small step forward, then hesitated and retreated.

Cheng Zhanxi strode over, released the handle of her suitcase, and hugged her tightly.

Yu Qingtang buried her face deep in Cheng Zhanxi's neck.

Her hands wrapped around Cheng Zhanxi's waist, heedless of whether it would hurt her, holding on so tightly it was as if she wanted to break herself apart, crush herself, and melt into Cheng Zhanxi's very bones and blood, never to be separated again.

Cheng Zhanxi's palm cupped the back of Yu Qingtang's head, pressing her face firmly against her.

A sudden surge of warmth flooded the crook of her neck.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Yu Qingtang told herself in her heart, forcing her eyes wide open, but it was no use. Tears spilled from her eyes, slid down to her chin, and flowed into Cheng Zhanxi's collar, each drop scalding hot, searing Cheng Zhanxi's heart like a branding iron.

The cleaning lady, driving her cleaning cart, passed by the deeply embracing lovers, a hint of gratification in her eyes.

The young lady had been waiting here for a day and a night, and she had finally waited for her.

When she passed by with the cleaning cart a second time, the two tightly embracing bodies had separated.

Yu Qingtang wanted to raise her hand to wipe her tears, but a hand cupped her face before she could.

Cheng Zhanxi's lips landed on her face, gently kissing away her tears, bit by bit.

The cleaning lady raised a hand to cover her eyes, peeking through the gaps between her fingers.

After kissing away the tears, Cheng Zhanxi didn't stop. Her red lips moved downwards, pressing against the woman's thin lips once, then again. She rested her forehead against Yu Qingtang's for a moment, then pulled her back into her embrace, her chin nuzzling gently against Yu Qingtang's temple.

Yu Qingtang relaxed against her, sharing a silent, tender moment.

The cleaning lady passed by again and again. After an indeterminable amount of time, Cheng Zhanxi grasped the long-neglected suitcase handle with one hand and, with the other, took Yu Qingtang's hand, their fingers intertwining, as they walked towards the airport exit.

Just a few steps out, Yu Qingtang stumbled.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yu Qingtang shook her head, trying to dispel the dizziness, but it only worsened. Cheng Zhanxi's face appeared doubled in her vision, her limbs felt weak, and she had to lean some of her weight onto their clasped hands to keep herself steady.

Cheng Zhanxi had been immersed in the joy of their reunion, only now belatedly noticing that Yu Qingtang's complexion was off—her lips were dry, and her skin was so pale it was devoid of color.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Cheng Zhanxi reached out to touch her forehead; it was unusually cold.

Her face, her hands, they were all as cold as ice.

"No." Yu Qingtang pulled her hand down and forced a smile. "Let's go home first." Her voice softened. "I want to go home first."

Cheng Zhanxi held her hand, her expression worried, and said gently, "What's really wrong? Please tell me, okay?"

Yu Qingtang shook her head, insisting, "I'm fine."

The double vision before her eyes grew worse, making it almost impossible to discern Cheng Zhanxi's expression.

Yu Qingtang's face was deathly pale.

Cheng Zhanxi was frantic with worry.

A cleaning cart had stopped not far from them at some point, taking in the scene. The cleaning lady, unable to watch any longer, drove the cart over and said to Cheng Zhanxi, "You should take her to the hospital quickly. This young lady has been sitting here since yesterday morning, motionless, without eating or drinking. Even an iron constitution couldn't hold up."

Cheng Zhanxi looked down in astonishment at Yu Qingtang, who had unknowingly leaned against her shoulder.

Her voice was almost hoarse. "Yesterday morning?"

The cleaning lady said, "Yes, I start my shift at seven. She was waiting here yesterday, waited until night, and she was still here at seven this morning, not even changing her seat. Is she your girlfriend?"

Cheng Zhanxi's throat felt tight; she nodded.

The cleaning lady misunderstood and sighed, "If your plans change, tell her in advance. Don't make someone wait all night again, it's quite pitiful."

Cheng Zhanxi's voice choked slightly. "I know, thank you, Auntie."

Yu Qingtang had already weakly closed her eyes, unaware if she had heard their conversation.

The cleaning lady shook her head and drove off in her cleaning cart.

Cheng Zhanxi tightened her arm around Yu Qingtang's waist, half-supporting, half-carrying her out of the airport, and hailed a taxi.

"To the City Hospital."

Yu Qingtang, resting her head on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder, suddenly let out a low moan. Her hazy eyes looked at Cheng Zhanxi, a film of moisture veiling them, and said, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Cheng Zhanxi stroked her long hair and said softly, "We have to go."

"I want to go home…"

"We'll go home after the hospital, be good."

Yu Qingtang was no longer fully conscious; her body gradually couldn't lean on Cheng Zhanxi and slid down. Cheng Zhanxi helped her lie down on her lap. Yu Qingtang still murmured about wanting to go home, her dry, chapped lips opening and closing ceaselessly.

Cheng Zhanxi took out a bottle of mineral water from the side pocket of her backpack, opened it, took a sip herself, then lowered her head and kissed Yu Qingtang, moistening her lips bit by bit.

Yu Qingtang was like a fish stranded on the beach, actively drawing in the sweet water source. When the moisture on her lips was gone, she probed inwards.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes widened.

Yu Qingtang sensed Cheng Zhanxi pulling back and, with a strength from nowhere, hooked her arms around her neck, not letting her retreat.

Cheng Zhanxi braced her hand on the back seat, veins popping on the back of her hand, using immense self-control to fight her impulses and prevent Yu Qingtang from succeeding.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but this wasn't a good time.

There was a driver in the front, and Yu Qingtang was sick. If Cheng Zhanxi let herself go, she would most likely make Yu Qingtang produce sounds not suitable for outsiders to hear.

She was possessive; she didn't want others to hear.

Even so, Yu Qingtang had managed to take quite a bit of advantage. She seemed satisfied, quietly closing her eyes, and no longer fussed about going home.

Cheng Zhanxi touched the philtrum of her upper lip; Yu Qingtang's tongue had lingered there just now, and a soft, warm sensation remained.

The airport was very far from the city center; the taxi ride to the City Hospital took nearly an hour. Yu Qingtang slept in the car, but instead of improving, she developed a high fever, her face flushed, her forehead burning.

But her expression was peaceful; even in her sleep, she showed no signs of pain.

When Yu Qingtang woke up again, she saw a white ceiling and smelled the scent of hospital disinfectant.

To her left was an IV drip of glucose, the transparent tube extending to the back of her left hand.

Her right hand felt a slight pressure, as if someone was holding it. Yu Qingtang slowly turned her head, lowered her gaze, and saw the back of a head with deep chestnut-colored hair.

The moment her fingertips twitched, the head moved. It lifted, and a face that Yu Qingtang had longed for day and night appeared in her vision.

"Are you feeling any better?"

Seeing Yu Qingtang staring at her blankly without speaking, Cheng Zhanxi's heart leaped with nervousness. She reached out to touch her forehead again. "Are you still feeling very unwell?"

Yu Qingtang shook her head.

Cheng Zhanxi held her hand, her voice even gentler. "What's wrong? Can you tell me?"

Yu Qingtang looked at her and asked softly, "Did I... cause you trouble?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

A flash of anger crossed her eyes, quickly suppressed. She said in a low voice, "If we must assign blame, it was my flight cancellation that caused you to wait at the airport all night and end up in the hospital. I was the one who troubled you first."

Yu Qingtang didn't miss her annoyance, and her heart tightened. But outwardly, she said emotionlessly, "You told me about the flight cancellation. I could have gone home first and come back the next day. I was the one who chose to sit there and wait."

Cheng Zhanxi's gaze turned slightly cold as she retorted, "So you knew that?"

Yu Qingtang was at a loss for words.

Cheng Zhanxi kissed the back of her hand, gently pressing her cheek against Yu Qingtang's palm. Her tone softened. "You didn't cause me any trouble. I just feel sorry for you. You can't do this again next time."

No wonder Yu Qingtang didn't answer her video calls or phone calls last night; she was afraid of revealing the fact that she had spent the night at the airport.

If it weren't for the cleaning lady's comment, given Yu Qingtang's personality, she probably would never have told her.

Cheng Zhanxi felt a bit angry again, but she couldn't lose her temper with a sick person. She'd save it up. When Yu Qingtang recovered, she would definitely have to punish her properly. At the very least... she'd kiss her until she begged for mercy.

After this thought passed through her mind, Cheng Zhanxi got up, poured a glass of water, and returned. She swirled the cup slightly and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Yu Qingtang swallowed against her dry throat and hummed softly in affirmation.

Cheng Zhanxi walked to the door and locked the hospital room.

Click—a very crisp sound of the lock engaging.

Yu Qingtang's mind blanked for a moment. Why lock the door to drink water?

She soon found out why.

Cheng Zhanxi sat on the edge of the bed, brought the cup to her own lips, took a large sip of water, braced one hand on Yu Qingtang's pillow, and leaned down.

Yu Qingtang felt a warmth on her lips.

Cheng Zhanxi rubbed her lips against Yu Qingtang's, side to side.

Yu Qingtang unconsciously parted her lips slightly, allowing the warm water to flow into her mouth, moistening her dry throat.

Her throat moved as she slowly swallowed all the water Cheng Zhanxi had passed to her.

The water was gone. Yu Qingtang opened her eyes, looking at Cheng Zhanxi's thick eyelashes up close, a little reluctant for her to leave.

"Mmph!" Her knuckles, gripping the bedsheet, suddenly tightened, and her heart gave a heavy throb.

Cheng Zhanxi's kiss came suddenly and dominantly, capturing her lower lip and driving deep. Something softer and smoother than water replaced it, moistening her anew.

Yu Qingtang's mind went blank, her breathing quickened.

She passively endured this sudden, deep kiss, her face flushing crimson, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter.

"Mmmph... Mmph..." Her hand landed on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder, pushing outwards.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped.

Yu Qingtang turned her head, gasping for air, her free right hand pressing against her chest, breathing in the long-missed air.

Cheng Zhanxi stroked her soft, long hair, her peach-blossom eyes curving slightly.

She believed Yu Qingtang had truly forgotten that night, because she didn't even know how to breathe during a kiss; she had clearly taught her last time. Cheng Zhanxi chuckled softly.

Yu Qingtang recovered from the feeling of suffocation in her lungs. Seeing Cheng Zhanxi's teasing gaze, heat rushed to her earlobes. Her reaction was faster than her thoughts; she pulled the blanket up, covering her face.

Cheng Zhanxi chuckled, and just as she was about to pull the blanket from over Yu Qingtang's head, her phone rang.

She walked to the window to answer it. "Mom."

"Yes, it's fine now, everything's taken care of."

"Don't worry about me, I've been living here for so long."

Yu Qingtang lifted a corner of the blanket, peeking through the gap at Cheng Zhanxi's figure—long, straight legs, a slender, supple waist, a back as straight as bamboo, not broad, but filled with a sense of security.

Taken care of? Is she talking about me?

Yu Qingtang slowly lowered the corner of the blanket.

Cheng Zhanxi hung up the phone and came over, pulling back Yu Qingtang's blanket. Yu Qingtang had her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling—clearly pretending to be asleep.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned in to kiss her again. Yu Qingtang clenched her jaw shut, and Cheng Zhanxi had no choice but to retreat.

"Sleep a little longer. I'll go buy you some congee."

Yu Qingtang's heart tightened. She's leaving?

Yu Qingtang grabbed Cheng Zhanxi's hand, her eyelashes trembling even more violently.

Cheng Zhanxi patted the back of her hand and said, "I'll go after you fall asleep, and I'll be back before you wake up. Sleep now, I promise."

Yu Qingtang didn't want to sleep, but with Cheng Zhanxi sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, the reassuring scent filling her nostrils, she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

She had barely closed her eyes for almost a day and a night at the airport, so this sleep was particularly deep.

The congee Cheng Zhanxi bought for her had cooled, so she went to buy another portion.

Unfortunately, Yu Qingtang woke up just then. The congee shop next to the hospital was busy, and Cheng Zhanxi was in line, looking at the people ahead, when her phone in her pocket rang.

She answered it the moment she saw the caller ID. Yu Qingtang's voice came through, trying its best to conceal panic but still betraying it, trembling slightly, "Cheng Zhanxi."

Cheng Zhanxi quickly said, "I'm buying you congee, I'll be back soon. Don't be scared."

Yu Qingtang: "I'm not scared." Her voice calmed down.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Then wait for me obediently."

Yu Qingtang: "Okay."

Yu Qingtang's glucose drip had finished. She put down her phone, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sat motionless at the head of the bed, without the blanket.

Familiar footsteps echoed from the hospital corridor, large and quick strides.

Yu Qingtang quickly lay down, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders, only revealing the upper half of her face from the nose up, her clear eyes fixed on the hospital room door.

Cheng Zhanxi pushed the door open and entered, carrying a bowl of hot congee.

She placed the congee on the bedside table. Yu Qingtang reached out from under the covers. Cheng Zhanxi sat down, leaned over, and hugged her.

A warm, soft fragrance filled her nostrils. Cheng Zhanxi buried her face in Yu Qingtang's neck, inhaling deeply.

Yu Qingtang didn't want to leave her for a single second, and neither did Cheng Zhanxi. During this month of separation, Cheng Zhanxi's longing had not been any less than hers.

The lid was removed and set aside, and the fragrant aroma of mushroom and shredded chicken congee filled the hospital room.

Cheng Zhanxi scooped up a spoonful, carefully cupping her hand underneath it as she brought it to Yu Qingtang's lips.

Yu Qingtang opened her mouth and ate it.

After feeding her a few mouthfuls, Yu Qingtang said softly, embarrassed, "I can do it myself."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't insist. She set up the overbed table and let Yu Qingtang eat by herself while she watched from the side.

Cheng Zhanxi's gaze felt even more present than when she was feeding her. Yu Qingtang braced herself, looked up, and asked softly, "Don't you have things to do?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled, seeing her discomfort, and cooperatively said, "Yes."

"Then you go ahead and do them?"

"Okay." Cheng Zhanxi took out her iPad from her backpack in front of Yu Qingtang and logged into her work email.

Yu Qingtang sipped her congee while secretly glancing at her. Cheng Zhanxi suddenly lifted her gaze, catching her eye unexpectedly, and gave a mischievous smile.

The congee in Yu Qingtang's esophagus went up her nose.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Cheng Zhanxi quickly pulled out tissues for her.

"Are you okay?"

Yu Qingtang choked until her eyes were red. She covered her mouth and nose with a tissue, unable to speak, and repeatedly waved her hand to indicate she was fine.

It took her a while to recover. She became very cautious when swallowing, and her slightly red-rimmed eyes made Cheng Zhanxi not dare to tease her again.

After Yu Qingtang finished her congee, she realized it was already eleven o'clock at night, and it was pitch black outside.

Nearly twelve hours had passed since she met Cheng Zhanxi at noon. She, who should have been welcoming Cheng Zhanxi and helping her settle in, was lying in a hospital bed, while the travel-weary Cheng Zhanxi was tirelessly taking care of her in the hospital.

Cheng Zhanxi opened the suitcase in the corner, took out pajamas and a change of underwear, intending to go to the bathroom to shower. But when she turned back, she saw Yu Qingtang staring at her blankly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't always know what Yu Qingtang was thinking, especially now, with her emotions in such turmoil; she could be thinking anything. All Cheng Zhanxi could do was stay by her side. Whatever Yu Qingtang was thinking, whatever anxieties she had, they would eventually dissipate with long-term companionship.

For Yu Qingtang, actions spoke louder than words. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Mm."

Cheng Zhanxi closed the bathroom door. The sound of the shower could be heard, and Yu Qingtang, in her blue and white hospital gown, listened quietly outside.

"I'm done showering." Cheng Zhanxi had changed into silk pajamas. As she walked out of the bathroom, she combed her long hair back with both hands. It wasn't convenient at the hospital, so she hadn't washed her hair tonight. After a simple combing, it cascaded down her back. The overhead light shone down, making her features appear even more radiant and captivating.

Cheng Zhanxi, without any ceremony, lifted the blanket and got into bed, sitting beside Yu Qingtang.

A warm presence drew near. Yu Qingtang shrank to the other side and was about to get out of bed, saying, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

Cheng Zhanxi grabbed her wrist.

Yu Qingtang mumbled, "I haven't showered…"

Cheng Zhanxi glanced towards the bathroom.

Yu Qingtang looked down. "Didn't bring…" She only mouthed the last two words.

Cheng Zhanxi understood and smiled. "I brought some." The pad of her finger caressed the tender skin on the inside of Yu Qingtang's wrist. Her voice lowered suggestively. "Everything I have is yours. You need to learn to ask me for things, so I know what to give you."

Yu Qingtang silently pressed her lips together.

Cheng Zhanxi ruffled her hair, got up, went to her suitcase, and took out a clean, unworn pair of underwear for her.

Yu Qingtang took the small piece of fabric, not daring to even glance at it, and rushed headlong into the bathroom.

The sound of water in the bathroom started up again.

This time it lasted a little longer than Cheng Zhanxi's shower. A while after the water stopped, Yu Qingtang finally came out, climbed onto the hospital bed with her head down, and kept her eyes averted.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her slightly red earlobes and deliberately teased her, "Does the size fit?"

"It… fits."

"What about the style?"

"…"

"Do you like it?"

"…"

"I'm asking you, baby. Do you like it, hmm?"

Yu Qingtang turned as red as a cooked shrimp, as red as could be, before Cheng Zhanxi, still not quite satisfied, let her off.

The verbal teasing was like scratching an itch through a boot—the more she scratched, the itchier her heart became. Cheng Zhanxi's eyes darkened. She lifted Yu Qingtang's chin, but the woman's chin slipped from her palm and moved away.

Yu Qingtang lay down in the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.

Cheng Zhanxi sat cross-legged beside her and smiled. "I don't have a blanket now."

Yu Qingtang remained unmoved. In that instant, she even angrily wanted to tell Cheng Zhanxi to sleep on the sofa. Who asked her to tease her so much? Her face and ears were still burning fiercely.

But she quickly dismissed the thought. How could Cheng Zhanxi sleep on the sofa? If anyone should sleep on the sofa, it should be her. Cheng Zhanxi couldn't sleep on the sofa; she was… different from herself, a perfect, lofty deity.

Yu Qingtang released the blanket she had wrapped around herself, allowing Cheng Zhanxi to slip in.

The hospital bed was narrow, making it a tight squeeze for two people. Shoulders touched shoulders, legs brushed against legs. In a short while, the space under the blanket filled with cozy warmth.

Cheng Zhanxi kissed the woman's smooth cheek, a small comfort to quench her thirst.

Yu Qingtang stared at the ceiling, her body stiff, not daring to move.

Cheng Zhanxi tilted her head to look at her, puzzled. "Are you afraid of me?" Was she afraid Cheng Zhanxi would turn into a beast on the spot? Did Yu Qingtang misunderstand her somehow? If she had wanted to, Yu Qingtang would have been 'disciplined' on the spot countless times already.

Yu Qingtang was just nervous.

But she wouldn't say it out loud, only shaking her head.

Cheng Zhanxi bent her elbow, propping herself up on the pillow, and looked down at her. "You…"

Yu Qingtang's heart skipped half a beat. She subconsciously squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists.

Cheng Zhanxi chuckled.

She felt that Yu Qingtang herself might not even be clear about her current state, merely reacting on instinct. And this instinct was… too adorable, making one want to tease her.

Cheng Zhanxi's gaze lowered, and she bent her head to kiss her.

This kiss lacked its earlier dominance; it was a gentle nibbling on her lips, a lingering caress.

Yu Qingtang was inexperienced and awkward when it came to kissing. Cheng Zhanxi wanted to wait for her to react further before deepening it, but she simply didn't react.

Cheng Zhanxi: "…"

Cheng Zhanxi directly deepened the kiss, their lips intertwining, pulling back and forth, endlessly.

Yu Qingtang was kissed until her scalp tingled, her whole body trembled, even her soul quivered. Then she started repeating her earlier actions: her breathing quickened, then the air was sucked from her lungs, she pushed Cheng Zhanxi away, turned her head, and gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.

Cheng Zhanxi caressed her slightly hot cheek with the back of her hand, her voice low and husky. "You need to learn to breathe."

The woman's eyes were dark and deep, and she was about to kiss her again.

Yu Qingtang quickly covered her own mouth, and Cheng Zhanxi's kiss landed on her cool palm.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes curved into crescents. She kissed her palm again, reining in her tumultuous thoughts. She had kissed her several times; it wouldn't be too late to continue next time.

Yu Qingtang looked at her with doe-like eyes. Seeing that Cheng Zhanxi didn't advance further, she lowered her hand.

Cheng Zhanxi playfully scared her, making a feint as if to pounce.

Yu Qingtang almost cried out in alarm, flipping outwards and nearly rolling off the narrow hospital bed.

Cheng Zhanxi, quick-eyed and swift-handed, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into her embrace.

The woman's body fragrance enveloped her in wisps, filling her nostrils. Yu Qingtang briefly lost her ability to think.

She hadn't seemed normal all night. What was it supposed to be like? She would pick up Cheng Zhanxi, then cook her a delicious meal. They would take naps separately in the bedroom and study. After waking up, they'd go grocery shopping for dinner ingredients. If they got back early, they would snuggle together on the sofa in 2102 and watch TV—anything would be fine, movies, TV shows, variety programs, Western, Hong Kong, Taiwanese, domestic—as long as Cheng Zhanxi was by her side.

Why had it turned out like this?

Why did Cheng Zhanxi kiss her? And more than once.

She even called her 'baby,' making her bones feel soft, tingly, and numb.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang, who was lost in thought in her arms, unsure where her mind had wandered, and waved a hand in front of her eyes.

Yu Qingtang came back to her senses and stared at her blankly, not much better than before.

Cheng Zhanxi gently pinched her nose, trying to bring back her deeper consciousness, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingtang's sluggish eyes moved. "I want to… sit up."

Lying down and cuddling like this, they couldn't talk properly. She felt Cheng Zhanxi's deep gaze on her, as if she might kiss her at any moment, and in a way that would be even harder to resist than before.

Cheng Zhanxi obediently hugged her and sat up.

Yu Qingtang paused. "I want to sit on the bed, not on your lap."

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help but smile and let her down.

The two of them sat side by side at the head of the bed.

Yu Qingtang pressed her thin lips together, looked down at her front, and said, "Don't… put your hand on my waist."

Cheng Zhanxi withdrew her hand and placed it properly on the blanket.

Some of the ambiguity in the air dissipated.

Yu Qingtang picked up the water cup from the bedside table, took a sip to moisten her throat, and, turning her head, saw Cheng Zhanxi lick her lips. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Do you want some water?"

Cheng Zhanxi said yes, took the cup from her hand, aligned her thin lips with the spot where Yu Qingtang had just drunk, looked at her, and drank the remaining water.

Yu Qingtang's thin lips unconsciously parted and closed, mimicking Cheng Zhanxi's earlier action—she also licked her own lips.

Cheng Zhanxi swirled the empty cup. "Want more?"

Yu Qingtang's gaze didn't know whether to follow Cheng Zhanxi's red lips or her slender fingers. She murmured, "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes curved, and she got out of bed to pour her water.

A full cup of water. Yu Qingtang watched her figure approach, watched her stop in front of her. Just as Cheng Zhanxi was about to lift the cup to drink, a flash of inspiration struck Yu Qingtang's muddled brain, and she managed to say in time, "You drink yours, I'll drink mine."

Cheng Zhanxi raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright."

She drank half a cup. Yu Qingtang watched her swallow it before drinking the remaining half.

Cheng Zhanxi took the empty cup, refilled it, and came back.

The hospital bed creaked as Cheng Zhanxi sat back down beside her.

"This water is quite sweet," Cheng Zhanxi said. "Did you notice?"

Yu Qingtang paused, savored it carefully, and said honestly, "No, it just tastes like plain boiled water."

Cheng Zhanxi turned to look at her, puzzled. "How come? What I drank was sweet."

Yu Qingtang: "Huh?"

Cheng Zhanxi said seriously, "Don't believe me? Try it."

Yu Qingtang thought: How do I try it?

The thought had just crossed her mind when Cheng Zhanxi suddenly leaned in, cupped the back of her head, tilted her own head, and kissed her.

Gentle yet dominant, tangling and deepening, continuously transferring her taste to Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang was dizzy from the start, unable to think about anything.

A long time later.

Cheng Zhanxi, still not fully satisfied, pecked her lips, then pulled back slightly to let her breathe. Their lips parted, but their breaths remained intertwined, lingering together.

Yu Qingtang clutched the fabric of Cheng Zhanxi's pajamas in front of her, panting continuously, her eyes glazed over.

"Is it sweet, baby?" Cheng Zhanxi lowered her head and gently asked the dazed woman in her arms.

"Sweet…"

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