Jiang Lin let him ravage her lips, the man's kiss sometimes like a gentle breeze, other times like a sudden, wild storm—varying between light and heavy, deep and shallow. She couldn't catch the rhythm but was also reluctant to push him away. In the end, she let him embrace her, sinking into the sensation like a drifting duckweed.
When Fu Sitian had his fill and finally released her, she asked him dazedly, "Are you calmer now?"
The man looked at her with lingering desire, "Not yet."
"Then tomorrow..." she cautiously probed Fu Sitian, seeing the calm in his eyes, she knew the "sweetener" she had just provided was still effective.
"I will be back very soon!" Not wanting him to worry, Jiang Lin quickly added, but unexpectedly, Fu Sitian suddenly said, "I'll go with you."
"What?" She exclaimed in surprise, quickly rejecting him, "Don't do this, I don't want to tire you out. We still have the second and third surgery to go, and you are a patient too."
