The two of them arrived at the treatment room.
Click.
Li Yuru closed the door, sat on the bed, crossed her right leg over her left, hiked up the hem of her skirt, and dangled her fair and plump calves teasingly in and out of view.
"Chu Yang, my chest hurts."
"You help me take a good look, okay?" Li Yuru grabbed Chu Yang's hand and placed it over her heart.
Chu Yang noticed that Li Yuru's heartbeat was much faster, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Auntie Yuru, there's something wrong with your heartbeat."
"Yes, yes! Whenever I see you, my heart beats so fast, you help me take a good look, okay?" Li Yuru placed one hand on Chu Yang's chest, fiddling with his clothes, while the other hand reached out to touch Chu Yang's face.
Chu Yang's expression became serious, "Auntie Yuru, it seems you are very sick."
"Oh my, don't scare me."
"I'm so scared," Li Yuru's hand that was toying with Chu Yang's clothes slid down to his shoulders.
