A slap landed on his hand, and Du Yuehua scolded, "You're already injured like this, and you're still having wild thoughts."
"It's just a minor injury, no big deal, it'll be fine in two days," Ye Xiong said.
"Keep this up, and I'll get angry," Du Yuehua put on a stern face and said seriously, "I looked it up on the internet, having sex with wounds will slow down the healing process. You are not allowed to touch me for the next few days."
"Stuff on the internet is not reliable."
"Just last night you did it a few times, and now you're craving again, do you understand the importance of cherishing your body?" Du Yuehua lectured him like an older sister.
"I'm just touching, not thinking anything," Ye Xiong snickered.
In this lifetime, Ye Xiong had never encountered a pheromone body that fascinated him as much as Sister Hua's; her maturity, intellect, and the charm she displayed in bed attracted him all the time.
She was like a black hole in the universe, capable of sucking him dry.
