I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao couldn't help but find it a little funny to see Xie Yuhua's expression of resignation. He quickly hugged Xie Yuhua and gently patted his back, coaxing him, "Don't be nervous, I just want a hug."

Instead of the kiss he was looking forward to, Jieyuhua received a hug. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with the hug, but the lack of a kiss made him feel like something was missing. He couldn't help but feel a little sad, empty, and itchy.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from the child in his arms, and looking at the child's slender neck, it seemed to be making a sound, enticing him to muster up the courage to leave his mark.

He tilted his head slightly, thinking about how to kiss her. Ling Xiao raised his head at the same time, as if by accident or intentional. Their lips touched, and a kiss fell, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

A soft touch came over him, and Xie Yuhua felt as if he had been electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body. Their eyes met, and seeing Xie Yuhua's somewhat dazed expression, Ling Xiao whispered against his lips, "You took the initiative."

Jieyuhua instinctively wanted to reply, but before she could open her mouth, Lingxiao seized the opportunity and their lips met.

Jieyuhua's body was bound in a strong embrace. His voice had barely escaped when it was drowned out by a lingering kiss. A slightly cool tongue slid into his mouth, slowly taking his breath and exploring every inch of his heartbeat. He was a little shy at first, but this feeling quickly turned into excitement. Kissing Ling Xiao felt very pleasant, without causing him any discomfort. Even the strength was just right. For a moment, he was almost lost in the moment.

"Breathe." Ling Xiao's voice was low and husky, sounding sexy and charming. After reminding Jieyuhua, Ling Xiao bit his lower lip.

Feeling the slight stinging sensation on her lower lip, Jieyuhua learned to respond, and the two of them played with each other's heartbeats back and forth.

In their tender moment, Ling Xiao's hand slowly caressed the back of Xie Yuhua's neck.

Xie Yuhua felt a slight itch on the back of his neck and tilted his head back slightly. Ling Xiao took the opportunity to kiss his Adam's apple. Xie Yuhua's mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously swallowed. Ling Xiao looked at the rolling Adam's apple and carefully took a bite.

The movements were gentle and soft, yet they carried an unspoken ambiguity.

When Xie Yuhua opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling of the ward. Her dizzy mind instantly cleared up, and she tentatively asked, "Could you... help me write a few words?"

The ambiguous atmosphere was instantly broken. Ling Xiao showed no anger whatsoever. He looked at Xie Yuhua's flushed cheeks and slightly reddened eyes from his kiss, and stroked her slightly swollen and moist lips with his fingers. He smiled with some satisfaction and said, "Okay, I'll write whatever Brother Xiaohua tells me to write."

Ling Xiao didn't ask him why, nor did he ask what he wanted to do with the writing. He just seemed to be thinking very seriously as he asked, "Where should I write it? On paper? Or... on Brother Xiaohua's body?"

"Stop fooling around." Xie Yuhua grasped his restless hand and said, "I really want to see your handwriting."

Seeing that he looked serious and didn't seem to be faking it, Ling Xiao got up and walked to the small coffee table next to the sofa. He took out paper and a pen and wrote on it: Dear, Brother Xiaohua.

He picked up the words, handed them to Jieyuhua, and leaned down to ask in his ear, "Now, what should I write?"

When Xie Yuhua saw the familiar handwriting, his eyes stung, tears welled up involuntarily, and his vision blurred. Suddenly, Xie Yuhua burst into tears, lowered his head, and covered his face with his hands.

He hadn't cried since his brother passed away; he hadn't felt this way for many years.

It was his brother who held his hand during his most difficult time and told him that he was always there for him. It was his brother who taught him those obscure and difficult things little by little. When he needed it most, it was his brother who was there to protect and support him. But he lost his brother.

Now he has finally found his brother again, and this time he will never lose his brother again. No matter whether his brother remembers him or not, he will always stay by his brother's side and never be separated again.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ling Xiao gently comforted Xie Yuhua, wiping his tears with a tissue.

Jieyuhua shook her head, her voice slightly choked, and said, "No, I'm just too happy."

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, flipping over the paper. He didn't understand. What was there to be happy about? Was his handwriting ugly? Did it make him laugh until he cried? No, it wasn't ugly at all! It was quite beautiful!

Ling Xiao pursed his lips. Xie Yuhua was happy, but he wasn't. His calligraphy had won awards; what was so funny about it?

Hmph ╯^╰ I don't know how to appreciate it.