He pulled over the quilt to cover Sang Qian and embraced her from the side.
Sang Qian could distinctly feel the change in a certain part of the man's body pressed against her, "My leg was injured."
"I know, I won't touch you." Ji Chengzhou held her, inhaling the scent of the clean shower gel on her body, gradually calming the restlessness within himself bit by bit.
Sang Qian fell silent for a moment, then softly said, "If you really want to, just don't touch that leg and be gentle, it might still be okay."
Ji Chengzhou's burning gaze dimmed suddenly, his voice hoarse, "Do you know what you are saying?"
Okay, she admitted.
She was seduced by the masculinity.
She also admitted that seeing him seriously taking care of her bath made her heart flutter.
She didn't want him to suffer.
Sang Qian pursed her lips, turned her head, her gaze falling into the fiery depths of his eyes, "Don't you have a psychological barrier? Perhaps it might not work."
