After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Bo Sinian frantically ripped the tape off Song Jinye's mouth and untied the rope binding her hands. When he saw her mouth full of blood, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly cupped her face in his hands, his handsome features suddenly losing their composure, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Song Jinye... are you... alright?"

He spoke, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

Song Jin's vision was somewhat distorted, and she felt that the person in front of her looked like Bo Sinian, but she couldn't see him clearly.

Waves of restlessness washed over her, leaving her powerless to resist. She raised her hand to touch Bo Sinian's face, her eyes glazed over. "You...you are Bo Sinian?" Her voice was hoarse and warm, with an uncontrollable softness and languor. The voice was hazy, as if she were drunk, yet it possessed an alluring charm. Though it was a weak whisper, it sent a shiver down one's spine.

"I...I am Bo Sinian. How do you feel now?" Bo Sinian's voice was lower and hoarseer.

"Not... good." Song Jin also let out a sound, her voice soft and gentle, with an unconsciously lazy and alluring quality, as if wrapped in a layer of warm mist.

"What's wrong?" Bo Sinian scrutinized her, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage. "Did he hit you? Does your mouth hurt?"

Song Jin shook her head, her tone light and casual, "I bit myself, it hurt so much." Her voice trailed off slightly, not deliberately seductive, but naturally alluring and decadent.

"He tied me up, so I can't beat him up," she said, her voice filled with grievance.

Bo Sinian's heart trembled violently again. How strong a will and how ruthless one must be to hurt oneself like this?

He cast a murderous glare at Chen Zhihong, who was lying on the ground. That beast! He had tried to harm Song Jinye time and time again. He was simply courting death!

The anger in his heart surged upwards, finally breaking through the shackles of reason. He stepped forward and kicked Chen Zhihong again, his deep eyes dark and devoid of any light, filled with a heavy killing intent.

Fear gripped Chen Zhihong's face. When Bo Sinian kicked him, he felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

Fortunately, the police were present and stopped Bo Sinian's violent behavior.

Otherwise, Chen Zhihong felt that he might already be dead by now.

The ambulance arrived shortly afterward.

When they were about to carry Song Jin away, Song Jin, in a daze, grabbed Bo Sinian's hand.

Bo Sinian's eyes reddened, it was hard to tell whether it was from anger or barely concealed emotion, he asked in a low voice, "You want me to come with you?"

Song Jin was completely dazed, so confused she didn't know what time it was, only feeling his hand, warm and cool, with a soothing touch. She instinctively pressed her fingers against his large palm, slowly weaving them between his fingers…

Bo Sinian was jolted awake. Her unconscious action had triggered a violent earthquake in his heart, with countless aftershocks following.

He looked down at her hands clasped around his, his mind in complete disarray.

In the end, Bo Sinian was dragged into the ambulance by Song Jinye.

Song Jinye's rationality completely collapsed, her whole body was burning hot, and her skin turned pink.

She still held tightly to Bo Sinian's hand with one hand, and grabbed his collar with the other, pulling him closer to her forcefully.

Her originally clear and bright eyes were now covered with a thin layer of water, giving them a gentle and warm look, as if they were filled with a pool of spring water that could not be melted.

Her eyelashes were long and soft, like butterfly wings covered in a thin mist, trembling slightly.

She stared at Bo Sinian with misty eyes, as if scrutinizing him, or perhaps lost in admiration—she felt that his eyelashes were long and thick, and his eyes were deep, the light within them comparable to the moon.

A high, straight nose, a clear and smooth jawline, taut shoulders, and a slightly protruding Adam's apple...

"Plop—"

A soft gulping sound abruptly broke the silence amidst the piercing siren of the ambulance.

The busy medical staff didn't hear it, but Bo Sinian heard it clearly. His chaotic thoughts paused for a moment, and then surged back with even greater force.

The sound was so faint it was almost inaudible, yet in that instant, it miraculously pierced through all the noise and entered his ear canal.

Bo Sinian's gaze fell on their tightly intertwined fingers, then slowly moved upwards, meeting her innocent, dreamy eyes, like those of a fawn.

His Adam's apple rolled heavily again, out of control.

These actions, when seen by Song Jinye, immediately stirred up a wave of irresistible longing.

She loosened his collar, raised her hand and touched his Adam's apple, issuing a warning that was both domineering and gentle: "Hmm, don't move here anymore."

Bo Sinian shuddered and instinctively grabbed her hand. "Don't move."

Perhaps his tone was a little harsh, because Song Jin looked somewhat aggrieved, "I didn't move around, it was you who moved around here."

Bo Sinian: "..."

His eyes became increasingly red, as if someone had thrown a small flame into them, which burned fiercely in a small area.

The doctors and nurses, who were working diligently nearby, felt like they had gotten on the wrong bus today.

Is this something they can listen to or watch for free?

Are you sure these two aren't here to show off their love?

These two were exceptionally beautiful; the man was handsome and the woman was stunningly beautiful. Under normal circumstances, they could not have imagined such beauty even if they exhausted all their imaginations. It was simply unbelievable.

"Bo Sinian, I feel unwell." Song Jin looked at him dreamily, her tone tinged with a hint of coquetry.

Bo Sinian was going crazy. Every reaction and action of Song Jinye was beyond his expectations, completely disrupting his originally calm mindset.

It was as if an extreme temptation was placed in front of him, attacking his reason unexpectedly time and time again, pulling at his consciousness, and making his consciousness begin to teeter on the brink of collapse.

For a fleeting moment, he almost suspected that the person who had been drugged was not Song Jinye, but him.

"I know you're feeling unwell, but the doctor is already taking care of you. You'll feel better soon," Bo Siqing comforted her in a soft voice.

Song Jin shook her head. "I feel like there are ten thousand ants gnawing at my body. Only you, only you can quiet them all down. Bo Sinian, kiss me."

Her final tone was not pleading, but rather commanding.

An incredibly gentle command.

This caught Bo Sinian completely off guard.

However, what caught him even off guard was that Song Jin didn't give him any time to react. She directly raised her hand, grabbed his head, pulled it down, and unexpectedly kissed him.

Bo Sinian: "..."

He froze, his mind went blank for a moment, and all his senses converged on his lips. The warm touch, soft and trembling, dragged him completely out of control...

Time becomes meaningless, and everything around us falls into chaos...

In that instant, all he could sense was that Song Jin was also kissing him.