Sitting in front of the hospital bed, Griffon used an ice pack to
cool Taya down.
Her hot and rosy body gradually returned to normal.
He put down the ice pack, raised his fingers, and touched her
cheek.
Noticing that her face was not so hot anymore, he relaxed, and his thick eyebrows were no longer furrowed.
He held her hand, quietly staring at her tiny face with
nostalgia and tenderness for the woman he couldn’t have.
Time pa*sed by, and night turned into day. The person lying on the hospital bed frowned and slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a well defined face and those
breathtaking eyes were staring at her motionlessly.
Taya subconsciously lowered her eyelashes to avoid making
eye contact with him, but the image of her actively kissing him
suddenly appeared in
