q“Rest now,” instructed Danrique matter-of-factly. Lying beside her and propping his head with his arm, he gazed at her gently.

“When I fell sick, you climbed into my bed and kept me company just like this...”

“I simply wanted to get my necklace back.” Francesca stared at him warily. “Did you misunderstand anything?”

“No...” Danrique moved closer to her. “You even kissed me.”

“I...”

Before Francesca could say anything, Danrique's cold lips touched on her forehead.

His gentle kisses landed on her brows, eyes, cheeks and finally, her lips.

Francesca was stunned. Her heart started pounding rapidly as her mind turned blank. For some reason, she did not have the urge to push him away.

Is it because I'm injured and can't move my arm?

“See, you still like me.”

what the book said—if a girl did not refuse a guy's intimate acts,

girl's body was very

“Danrique... Mmm...”

lips. His passionate kiss took her by storm, stealing her

Widening her eyes, she stared at him

wanted to push him away but could not move

beneath his body, while a needle was stuck to her other arm. It was so numb with pain that she could only place it over his

simply in sync with him. It meant that she liked him and could

body as he

best to control himself but he still

“Ah...”

in such pain that she trembled uncontrollably. Her tears

moved aside. He called for

him. “It's just the needle poking me. It's no

causing her to bleed. He quickly

treating the wound, the

to sleep on the bed anymore. He sat on the sofa at the side and stared at

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