He continued the exploration with precise and swift techniques, Xing Liehuo's voice was dark, hoarse, and irresistibly sexy, "The sick one is you, and I'm treating you right now!"
Lian Qiao's heart was thumping, this shameless man wasn't handling serious business but instead persistently teasing her.
Her face instantly burst into red.
Embarrassed and anxious, she began to struggle again...
"Oh."
"Still twisting around for me? You're sick, I need to treat you properly!" A large hand grabbed her soft wrist, and Xing Liehuo effortlessly pressed them above her head.
Resistance declared a failure.
The posture was truly unseemly; she felt like an open, white-bellied frog.
But the man before her was a sight for sore eyes—
The blending of strength and beauty in his chest, the taut muscles that fascinated the gaze, like a wall constructed of steel and sinews, thoroughly blocking out her other thoughts.
