"I'm here." Baili Xia was still focused on extracting the bullet for him, her gaze not leaving his wound for even a moment.
Afraid that if she was not careful, she might cut an artery, leading to an irreparable outcome.
A hoarse and muddled voice still came from Wu Ming's pale lips.
"I want... to kiss you."
Baili Xia was taken aback, but her hands did not pause for even a moment.
She wanted to lightly scold him as a "pervert," but she didn't dare utter the word "die" at all.
She was truly afraid of jinxing it, saying something that would come true.
"You scoundrel, if you want a woman, when you're better, I'll find ten or eight for you, making sure you're so happy you'll be flying."
"..." Fly? Since when did this girl's thoughts become so impure?
However, he suddenly realized that talking to her did seem to... lessen the pain.
"I only want... to kiss you, not... other women."
