"Of course I'm sick, I really have a fever, why would I lie to you? Don't believe me? Touch my forehead." Lin Shuang leaned forward, inviting Su Wanqiao to feel it.
Su Wanqiao didn't actually touch his forehead, fearing contagion.
"I always feel like there's something off about you today," Su Wanqiao said, eyeing him suspiciously.
"What's off about me? It's you who's been nonsensical," Lin Shuang retorted.
Meanwhile, under the desk, Su Xihe was still shouting for Lin Shuang's Jingu Bang.
Her mouth was full of Lin Shuang's milk.
The strong fishy scent, mixed with the smell of male hormones, was addictive to her.
Su Wanqiao was still above, at the desk.
Amid the thrill of this incestuous affair, Su Xihe's lower body was already soaked. She gulped down all of Lin Shuang's milk in a frenzy.
At the desk, Su Wanqiao cast a glance at Lin Shuang before turning to leave, "Then you rest well. If your fever gets worse, you can head home, and I'll handle the company matters."
