"The scope of medicine is very broad, and I need to understand everything in order to truly grasp it!" Yin Hun the Nineteenth held Tang Qingxue in his arms and whispered softly in her ear.
Tang Qingxue hooked her arms around Yin Hun the Nineteenth's neck, lifted her small face and gave him a peck on the cheek, her eyes smiling as she looked at him, "It's so late, aren't you hungry? Let me fix you something to eat!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth reached his large hand to Tang Qingxue's back, pulled down her hair tie, and then her thick black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, contrasting with her fair and delicate face, which made his heart warm. His gaze gradually became heated, and Tang Qingxue felt a bit flushed under his gaze, reaching for the wine glass and bringing it to his lips.
He didn't drink, he just smiled and looked at her.
"Hey, aren't you hungry? Let me fix you something to eat!"
