"Let's try and we'll find out."
The man's voice was low, hoarse, filled with ambiguity and suggestiveness.
Sang Qian's heart skipped a beat, "Why do you suddenly want to?"
"I've been thinking about it all the way here."
Sang Qian, "..." So he hadn't been talking to her on the way because he was thinking about these things?
Ji Chengzhou leaned in close to Sang Qian's ear and gently bit her reddened earlobe.
Sang Qian couldn't help but shudder, "Don't bite."
Her voice was like that of a kitten, charming and soft, making Ji Chengzhou's heart flutter.
He reached out to undress her.
She caught his hand, "I have an injury on my leg."
Ji Chengzhou's burning gaze suddenly turned cold, "Are you rejecting me?"
It wasn't a rejection, but a reminder.
Sang Qian shyly turned away, her arms like white lotus wrapping around his neck as she buried her head in the crook of his neck, "Be gentle, be careful with my leg."
"Okay," Ji Chengzhou's gaze softened, and his actions became tender.
