The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Sunny made his voice sound hoarse when he said, "I don't know. Maybe the wound opened up again when I moved my arm to call you."

Xante frowned and looked at him sternly. "You idiot. You should've used your good arm to call me instead!"

Sunny pouted pitifully. "I was in a hurry to call you, so I didn't think too much about it..."

"Haha ahem, ahem!"

The sound from the sofa caught Xante's attention. When she looked up, she found a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

Maxwell could not fight back his laughter. He did not expect Sunny would put on such a show in front of a woman. It was a pity that Sunny was not an actor, or he would have won the 'Best Actor' award.

Xante roughly guessed who the middle-aged man was by how similar he looked to Sunny.

"You must be Mister Maxwell. Forgive me for not noticing you," said Xante, slightly flustered. Maxwell waved nonchalantly. "It's okay, don't mind me. You two can continue chatting." Xante did not know what to say.

the whole thing. He reached out to hold Xante's hand and said, "Xante, my arm hurts

back to the present and looked at Sunny as if he was stupid. "You want me to massage your wound? Won't that

so badly for Xante to pity him that he had forgotten the kind of

continued to plead, "Then can you please blow on my wound? Just two puffs, and

could not stand him behaving like that in front of

to do that! You should behave yourself. Your father is watching us, you know? How can you not feel embarrassed at all?" "We're not doing anything

frown on his face, then

move around. I'm going to get the

started walking

She's going to know I'm faking my injury if the doctor really comes!' thought