When Sang Xia came out again, she looked at her hot hands, spreading them out awkwardly, not knowing where to put them.
Her face was burning hot.
Hearing the rustling of him putting his clothes inside, she could not help but flee to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Holding down a fit of inexplicable anger, her cheeks were red and exceptionally attractive.
This could be considered her retribution for kicking him that day.
But when Sang Xia was washing her hands, she could not help thinking of the scene just now as she rubbed her hands. She spread out her palms and closed them a few times, frowning slightly with a strange expression on her face.
It was hard to grasp with one hand. No wonder she almost died that day.
Sang Xia was inexplicably afraid deep in her heart.
Fortunately, the doctor said that she could not have sex right now, but what about when she recovered?
