Lissy Lock looked at him, "What are you up to?"
"Nothing, just feels... it's more sensuous in bed."
"You, you, you..." Lissy was almost stuttering, "You need to restrain yourself."
"What if I can't help it?"
Lissy thought for a moment and after a long time, she said softly, "Then there's nothing we can do…"
John Fame replied, "There is."
Lissy understood what he meant and glared at him.
John Fame laughed, "All right, I won't tease you tonight."
"Get up, take off your shirt, let me see your wound."
John Fame sat up, but like a lord, he just opened his hands, spoke calmly, "Do it yourself."
Lissy didn't say anything, she was genuinely concerned about his wound.
At that time, there were so many gunshots echoing in her ears, the scene was intense, and John protected her well, certainly he was heavily injured.
Her slender fingers moved on the buttons of John Fame's shirt, unbuttoning them one by one, revealing his robust muscles.
