Zhang Yang's words were undoubtedly a timely rain for Sun Bingrou, washing away the panic and unease in her heart.
Sun Bingrou didn't make a sound, letting Zhang Yang hold her from behind.
After a while, when the trembling feeling had finally subsided, Sun Bingrou reluctantly and silently struggled out of Zhang Yang's arms.
Then she finally took off her blindfold and looked at it in her hands, her expression somewhat complex.
If she hadn't worn the blindfold today, Sun Bingrou felt, she probably wouldn't have lost control like that all of a sudden.
Thinking this, Sun Bingrou couldn't help but give Zhang Yang a glare.
This guy definitely had ulterior motives towards her, she thought.
Zhang Yang was being quite cheeky. "Teacher Sun, facing a patient like you, I really have no resistance at all. Why don't you hit me a couple of times until you cool off, okay?"
