"Su Chaoyang..." Mu Xiangwan can't focus on the TV anymore, she calls him pitifully with furrowed brows, "What are you doing..."
"Stop watching, rather than looking at them, how about we do it ourselves?" The man, with a well-defined jawline and an ambiguous smirk, seductively rasps while repeatedly nibbling at the skin of her neck.
The girl's soft, delicate body emanates a faint body fragrance, which Su Chaoyang finds hard to resist.
"Ah—" Mu Xiangwan gives an irresistible moan, "Why are you being like this... Clearly, you're the one with the dirty thoughts, yet you're saying others suggested it..."
When did she ever suggest that they do such a thing?
Although, she is indeed quite curious about it, but she's currently in the hospital. They surely can't do that kind of thing in the sickroom, right?
