Give Me Another Smile

come uninvited, but at least I came with good intentions, right?”

“Ah, sorry, sorry,” Yin Zhao-an apologized, a silly smile on her face.

Wang Zhen was quite familiar with Zhao Yu.
When she saw him entering, she nodded at the boy before taking the initiative to vacate the ward.

After Zhao Yu took a seat by the bed and saw that the smile on Yin Zhao-an's face had yet to fade, he couldn't help but say, “You look to be in a good mood today, Brother Zhao.”

Yin Zhao-an promptly retracted her smile when she heard Zhao Yu's comment and became serious for a second.
Then, she faked a cough as she looked at Zhao Yu curiously and asked, “Uh…
Let me ask you something.”

“What is it?” Zhao Yu asked in confusion.

“Well…” Yin Zhao-an hesitated, finding the question she wanted to ask a little embarrassing.
She even felt a bit shy to ask such a question.

“?!” Zhao Yu shuddered and got goosebumps when he saw Yin Zhao-an's bashful behavior.
He never knew Yin Zhao-an knew how to be shy, and he couldn't help but find this situation very awkward.

Eventually, Yin Zhao-an overcame her hesitation and candidly asked, “Well, I just want to ask, what's it like to be kissed by someone you care about a lot?”

Although Yin Zhao-an never named anyone specifically, Zhao Yu quickly put a face to Yin Zhao-an's “someone” in his mind.

“Kissed where specifically?” Zhao Yu asked as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Yin Zhao-an paused for a moment when she heard Zhao Yu's question.
Then, she looked at the other party in mild disgust and said, “Where else? Of course, it is just a kiss on the face.”

“Oh…” Zhao Yu was deeply disappointed by the answer he got.
Then, he quickly began to ponder Yin Zhao-an's question in earnest and said, “What does it feel like to be kissed by someone you care about…
How would I know? I've never had such an experience before.”

After saying so, Zhao Yu quietly rolled his eyes and mentally complained, Don't you know who I care about the most?

“Then…
Have you heard about someone else having such an experience before? I've never heard about it, and I can't really ask around right now,” Yin Zhao-an said, sighing as she leaned back against the headboard.

Heard about… Zhao Yu rested his chin on his hand and began to think carefully over Yin Zhao-an's question. If it's kissing…

Suddenly, Zhao Yu recalled the accident that day, the wet tongue that smelled of alcohol, and the strong hands that had clamped his own hands behind his back…

When Yin Zhao-an saw Zhao Yu's face suddenly turn bright red, she couldn't help but applaud him for his imagination.
How deeply had he immersed himself in his imagination for him to be fascinated to such an extent?