Her hand clutched his pants, trying to retreat bit by bit. Her eyes involuntarily swept over his innate advantage, causing her hands to tremble with alarm.
She was repeating in her mind...
It's fine, it's fine, she's a doctor now, she's treating a patient.
Taking a deep breath, she extended her shaky hand.
Bowing his head, he glanced at her movements and expressions, watching her solemnly extend her hand towards him, stirring something within him.
Her small hand was delicate and incomparably smooth, porcelain-like and slender, reminiscent of lotus root sections.
A strange sensation made him momentarily forget his pain, and he couldn't help but envision how it would feel if her hand squeezed his.
A wave of tingling surged from his feet to his forehead, almost causing him to lose control.
Wait, what was he thinking...
Seeing her hand get closer, suddenly, he reached out and held her wrist.
She froze, looking up.
