Chen Ke also realized and hurriedly said, "Su Qing, we really did it to treat Gu Ran's illness, there was nothing else..."
"I'm not." He Qingyan, with her arms crossed, her voluminous breasts under the thin sheet, said, "I just wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of Gu Ran."
The air became somewhat quiet.
"Woo." The plump camp commander fully woke up.
Still kneeling beside the camp commander, Chen Ke quickly asked with concern, "Camp commander, how are you feeling now?"
"I..." The plump camp commander shivered, "Not bad, I'm still a bit cold, but I'm already fine—what happened to me?"
"We wanted to ask you that." He Qingyan looked down from above.
The plump camp commander looked towards her, first those flawless beautiful feet treading on the carpet, and as the gaze traveled up, there were the snowy white calves, knees, a hint of thighs, and then the sheet.
Where the raised sheet ended, there were delicately pale shoulders.
