"En…" The little lady beneath him was inexperienced as if she were clumsily skewering kebabs, but the heat in his abdomen ignited with just a touch. Li Beijue let out a low moan, tilting his head back, his slender neck as graceful as a dying swan, noble and haughty. At the moment of release, he arched his body and grabbed the wrist of the little lady who was still moving haphazardly. Because the motion was too rough, it aggravated the already scarred wounds on his abdomen and he grunted, subconsciously covering the injured area.
Chi Enen immediately stood up and pushed him onto the sofa. Her cheeks still flushed with a rosy hue, her expression turned serious and concerned, "Don't move, let me see."
"I'm fine," Li Beijue blocked her hand and dodged.
"If it's fine, let me see it," Chi Enen insisted, refusing to let him dodge, and gave him a stern look before reaching out to pull open his shirt.
The robust abdomen was suddenly exposed.
Strong and concealing a ready-to-strike power!
