"Hmm... lotus... lotus..." Wen Ling was in the car, swaying back and forth, and before she knew it, she had dozed off. As soon as her body touched the sofa, she let out a soft moan and murmured a few incoherent words, "Who... who... lotus... ah..."
Lian Kang's temples began to throb violently.
He felt the temperature in the room suddenly rise, and his body began to heat up.
He crept closer to Wen Ling, his movements stealthy like a thief.
He leaned over to examine her face.
Ah, how lovely!
Her long hair was scattered across her face, covering her features, but her plump, red lips were exposed, like a ripe cherry waiting to be plucked.
Lian Kang's heart skipped a beat.
He smiled wryly and reached out to gently brush away the hair from her face. When he saw her long, curly eyelashes, he almost couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.
But then he noticed her white blouse, which seemed to be straining at the seams, as if it was about to burst open. The buttons were bulging, and the gaps between them were stretched taut.
Gulp!
Lian Kang couldn't help but swallow hard, his eyes fixed on her chest. He reached out to undo the buttons, his fingers trembling.
Pop! Pop!
As he undid the buttons, Lian Kang's excitement grew. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was.
"Ah... Wen Ling... little woman... you're so captivating... I'm going crazy..."
Lian Kang's voice was hoarse with desire.
He threw off his sleep robe, revealing his muscular torso, and pounced on Wen Ling.
"My medicine... you're my only cure... I need you..."
He was like a man possessed, his body burning with desire.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Lan Qi was frantic with worry.
"Please, please save her... I beg of you... don't let her die..."
The nurses tried to calm him down, but he was beyond consolation.
Just then, the doctor emerged from the emergency room.
"Is she... is she okay?" Lan Qi asked, his eyes wide with anxiety.
The doctor smiled. "She's fine. She just had too much to drink and passed out. We've treated her wounds and she's stable."
Lan Qi's face turned bright red with embarrassment.
He had been so worried, and it was all just a misunderstanding.
He stormed into the hospital room, ready to give Su Ou a piece of his mind.
But when he saw the nurse giving Su Ou a shot in the buttocks, he quickly retreated, his face burning with shame.
Back in Lian Kang's bedroom, the atmosphere was growing more heated by the minute.
Lian Kang was kissing Wen Ling's neck, and she was responding, her arms wrapped around him.
"Ah... this is driving me crazy... aren't you afraid?" Lian Kang whispered, his lips tracing a path down her skin.
Wen Ling moaned softly, her voice husky with desire.
But then she murmured something that made Lian Kang's heart skip a beat.
"Hao... Hao... come to me... Hao, come to me..."
Who was she calling out to?
Lian Kang's eyes narrowed, his grip on her chin tightening.
"I'm not Hao, and I'm not going to be your Hao! I'm Lian Kang, and I'll make you forget all about that other guy!"
He crushed his lips to hers, his kiss fierce and possessive.
Wen Ling tried to struggle, but Lian Kang held her fast, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth.
She was trapped, unable to escape the onslaught of his passion.