Jiang Yanzhou hummed in approval and continued with heavy and urgent kisses. When Lu Yang couldn't catch her breath, he released her.
He pressed his nose against hers, gasping for air, and asked, "Can I be your surgical scalpel? Is that okay?"
Lu Yang remained silent.
Then, the man's magnetic voice, like an electric current, entered her ears with a hint of irresistible meaning. "I will be the sharpest scalpel in your hands. I will also be your exclusive Ligusticum wallichii herb."
The atmosphere stood still for a moment.
"Jiang Yanzhou, you're such a jealous person."
He was jealous of everyone, even the same person repeatedly.
Influenced by Yin Hua, Lu Yang had always been emotionally stable, even when angry. Her tone was gentler than that of an average person and never sharp.
Most of the time, Lu Yang wouldn't show it on her face when she was angry. Instead, she would give him an incredulous look.
