The tranquil night sky was suddenly broken by a roar akin to a lion's.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Wei Anning knelt on the bed, looking at the sweat-drenched Leng Youchen with a mix of shock and joy, "Leng Youchen, are you feeling something? I told you this would work."
Leng Youchen endured an indescribable pain in his leg, his handsome face turning pale with the effort. This little nuisance, even if his leg were fine, she would probably cripple him. Was she sure she wasn't sent by the heavens to torment him?
He was lying face down, turning his head to look at her as she stood with her face dripping with fragrant sweat, bending over slightly, her pajama neckline wide open, giving him a clear view of a pair of bouncing whites. He gasped, his body instantly reacting.
"Yes, I'm feeling something."
"Which leg feels something? Is the sensation strong?" Wei Anning, excited, picked up a notebook, ready to record his sensations to show the doctor later.
