Qiao Zhiyi's kiss had indeed taken Shi Jingzhou completely by surprise.
He was not content with just a light peck and deepened the kiss as he drew her neck closer.
Qiao Zhiyi did not push him away but responded to him passionately.
Having survived a brush with death, they were now gambling once more with fate, casting aside many things.
Even if they lost the gamble, they would have no regrets.
Qiao Zhiyi cradled his face, their lips and teeth interlocked, and had it not been for fear of running out of breath, the kiss would have surely lasted longer.
Both were gasping for air, their breaths intertwining just as their hearts were tightly pressed against each other.
"Are you ready?" Shi Jingzhou's voice was very weak.
He knew his body's condition well and did not know how much longer he could hold on.
If it was rescuers, perhaps they could still fight a battle.
If it was not rescuers, no matter how long he held on, he might eventually still not escape death.