Facing Xia Liu's blunt inquiry, Huang Xue was momentarily dumbfounded. It was as if a friend had asked her right after meeting how many times she had been with her boyfriend last night and what positions they had used...
However, Huang Xue quickly came to her senses. After all, she was ill, Xia Liu was a doctor, and there was a very good chance he could cure her. She could only reply in a quiet, embarrassed voice, "It was taken care of twice, using those small motors the size of a thumb."
Gurgle!
Looking at Huang Xue, who was shyly lowering her head, Xia Liu forcefully swallowed, murmuring to himself, "What a waste of beauty, what a waste of beauty!"
"If we could go to that room we were in yesterday," Xia Liu said sincerely.
Huang Xue didn't think much of it and led the way into the cubicle.
"Take off your clothes."
