Rose closed her eyes, disregarding everything around her. Even though she faced her most intimate partner, she still retained a certain degree of conservatism in this aspect. Her alluring demeanor was only to please her man.
In this moment, Rose's upper abdomen and lower chest were wrapped in white bandages, emitting the scent of traditional Chinese medicine that mingled with her captivating body fragrance, creating a uniquely pleasant aroma.
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and picked up a delicate pair of scissors from the bedside table. He positioned the scissors at the edge of the bandage and snipped it. The fabric wasn't tightly wound, so as he cut, it gradually fell onto the bed, revealing Rose's skin underneath.
"What are you doing, my love?" Rose sensed something unusual and asked, perplexed by the scene before her.
