Tang Feng sat by the bed.
"Sis, today, let's start with the chest," Tang Feng said gently.
Having said that,
Tang Feng's hand grasped Liew Yan's wrist and gently lifted it.
Liew Yan didn't struggle or resist.
Instead, she grew increasingly flustered, her cheeks reddening even more.
Looking at those pale, blushing breasts, Tang Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
He opened a box beside the bed.
Dabbing a little ointment with his finger, he applied it gently to the scar on her soft breast.
Feeling Tang Feng's large hands, Liew Yan's body instinctively tensed up.
"Sis, relax," Tang Feng said.
Compared to yesterday afternoon, Liew Yan was even more shy today.
In fact, ever since learning from Tang Feng that he and Xia Zhishan were not boyfriend and girlfriend, deep within her, Liew Yan felt less restrained, replaced by a certain anticipation.
