Chapter 1123: Chapter 1143: Don’t Tell Me You’ve Never Had Your First Kiss

"You... you... are you treating me as that girl again?" She suddenly glared at him, a little angry, and as soon as she finished, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, turned around, and ran outside.

Tang Yan leaned against the dining table, completely stunned.

Just now... he really hadn’t been thinking of Xintong. Or rather, he hadn’t been thinking of anything at all, he just... just wanted to kiss her... maybe even... wanted her...

Tang Yan raised his hand and smacked himself hard on the forehead.

Damn it!

What the hell did he just do?

He must have scared her half to death!

Before this, he had never been this out of control with any girl.

In the past, even when those girls deliberately flirted and posed seductively in front of him, he wouldn’t react.

But this silly, clueless little thing actually managed to stir him up.

After all, he was a grown man, and... they lived under the same roof every day, he’d even seen her body... and last night, she’d taken care of him.

So... his adrenaline just spiked for a moment, and he lost control and kissed her.

Listening to the footsteps upstairs, he pounded his fist on the table in frustration.

What should he do now?

This time, it was probably his turn to say sorry, wasn’t it?

With how he suddenly pounced on her just now, she wouldn’t think he’s some perv, would she!

And... this woman, could it be that she’s never even had her first kiss? He thought of how dumbfounded she’d looked when he kissed her last night.

And in his heart, that thought only grew more certain.

This woman probably hasn’t even been in a relationship before.

Tang Yan got up and walked out of the dining room.

When he reached the living room, his gaze involuntarily lifted toward the upstairs.

Alone in the living room, he paced back and forth for a long time, fists repeatedly smacking into his palm.

Because his cold still hadn’t cleared up, his whole head felt a bit woozy, and now that he was thinking of Qi Yue, it was spinning even more.

Just then, out of nowhere, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound from upstairs.

He turned around and saw Qi Yue coming down the stairs with a suitcase in hand.

Seeing her all packed and ready to go, Tang Yan was completely dumbfounded.

Qi Yue, however, dragged her suitcase down the stairs. When she saw Tang Yan in the living room, she stopped in her tracks.

Tang Yan hurried over. "What are you doing?"

"I..." Qi Yue bit her lower lip and looked at him. "I’ve already imposed on you for a long time... Tang Yan, thank you for putting me up these days. I think... I really shouldn’t stay here any longer."

Tang Yan immediately grabbed hold of the suitcase in her hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Last night, didn’t you promise me you’d wait until I got better before leaving?"

Qi Yue looked at him. "But... you seem pretty much fine now. I think I..."

"Ah..." Tang Yan suddenly raised a hand and pressed it to his forehead, his expression twisting in pain.

Qi Yue’s face changed, and she quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Tang Yan clasped his head in both hands, squatted down on the floor, and said painfully, "My head suddenly hurts so much, like something’s stabbing me."

Qi Yue said anxiously, "You must not have taken your medicine this morning." As she spoke, she hurriedly helped him up. "Come on, sit on the sofa."

As she spoke, she quickly rummaged through the bag on the coffee table, finally taking out two brown tablets, then poured a glass of water.

"Hurry, take your medicine." Qi Yue held the glass out to him, speaking nervously.

Tang Yan looked at the pills she held out, and something flickered in his eyes...