C365 Dream Preserving Grass

"Am I dreaming?" Ye Qingru looked up blankly.

Under the white light, the man took off his silver mask.

He bent down and pinched her delicate chin, moving it over her soft lips, "Of course not. Ru'er, is this real enough?"

"What... What are you doing!? This is the hospital! Oh ~" All of Ye Qingru's accidents were dispelled by the sudden kiss