The yandere president's boyfriend!

Chapter 511 Come and kiss me

He pouted his rosy lips slightly, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, like the brightest star in the night sky, tempting to pick.

"Here, honey, come here and kiss me."

His voice was soft and had a hint of coquettishness, like the gentlest spring breeze, gently blowing through the heart.

However, the other person shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, and that smile was filled with unquestionable determination.

"You look much better. Why don't you take this opportunity to study for a while longer?"

His voice is low and magnetic, like the sound of a guqin, melodious and steady.

When he heard this, his eyes widened in anger. He looked like a child whose favorite toy was taken away, aggrieved and stubborn.

"How could you do this! In this kind of atmosphere, your mind is full of studying!"

There was a hint of coquettishness and complaint in his words, as if he was blaming the other person for being unromantic.

He was slightly stunned, then sighed helplessly, with a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"You are indeed still ill, so you should rest well and stop thinking about those unnecessary things."

His tone was gentle but firm, as if he was comforting a sullen child.

"No, if you don't kiss me, I won't let you go." He reached out and grabbed the corner of the other person's clothes, saying coquettishly.

That look was simply challenging the other party's patience and bottom line.

He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Rest well first. When you recover, I'll let you kiss as much as you want."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back slightly, trying to avoid the other person's lips that were approaching.

Seeing him evading like this, a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart.

The more he avoided, the more unwilling he became!

He seemed to be driven by an inexplicable emotion. Suddenly, he rushed over, hugged the other person, and kissed him hard on the lips.

It was a raw yet passionate kiss, his lips moving back and forth between hers as if exploring an unknown territory.

His arms held him tightly, as if to rub him into his body.

And after the initial surprise, he gradually immersed himself in the kiss.

His hands were tightly clutching the corners of his clothes, as if to confirm the authenticity of all this.

Their lips and teeth touched, and their breath blended in their mouths, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

Finally, he sat in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together.

He could feel his heartbeat and his temperature.

At this moment, they seemed to merge into one, and each other's existence became so real and profound.

However, at this moment, he suddenly grabbed his hand, with a warning flashing in his eyes.

"do not move."

His voice was low and powerful, as if he was warning the other party not to cross the line.

He was slightly stunned, then stopped all movements.

He looked at him, his eyes flickering with doubt and confusion.

"Why?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.

He sighed softly, his eyes full of complexity.

"You haven't recovered yet, so don't get too excited. Besides, I don't want you to think I'm frivolous."

There was a hint of seriousness and helplessness in his tone.

Hearing this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He looked at him, his eyes flashing with gratitude and emotion.

"I know you're doing this for my own good. But I really miss you."

There was a hint of sob in his voice, as if he was expressing his inner grievances and longings.

He hugged him gently, as if comforting a wounded child.

"I know, I know everything. But you really need to rest now. When you recover, we can go back to the way we were before."

His tone was gentle but firm, as if he was making a promise to the other person.

In the following days, he stayed by his side every day, taking care of his daily life.

He made soup and porridge for him, read books and chatted with him, and even told him some interesting stories when he was bored.

He gradually regained his spirits and his complexion became better and better.

However, just when he thought he was about to forget that kiss, he accidentally touched his lips again.

It was a gentle touch, as if confirming each other's presence.

Their eyes met at that moment, as if they had thousands of words to say, but they all turned into silent tacit understanding.

Since then, their relationship has become even closer.

They study together, live together, and face life's challenges together.

Their love also quietly took root and sprouted during these ordinary days, blooming into the most gorgeous flowers.

However, the good times did not last long.

Just when he thought they could live happily like this forever, fate played a cruel joke on them.

He was admitted to the hospital due to a sudden illness.

He sat on the hospital bed, looking at his pale face and weak body, his heart filled with endless worry and pain.

He held his hand, feeling his cold fingertips, as if to confirm that he was still alive.

"You must be strong and get better," he said, his voice choked with sobs.

His eyes were full of determination and courage, as if telling the other person that he would stay with him until he recovered.

He nodded slightly, a faint smile on his lips.

There was a bit of comfort and gratitude in that smile, as if telling the other person that he would.

In the following days, he stayed by his side every day, accompanying him through every difficult moment.

He told him jokes, sang to him, and even gently held his hand to give him strength when he was in unbearable pain.