Si Fan raised an eyebrow, "What about me?"
Chen Fei gnashed his teeth, "You're a man, how can you touch my master? Do you have no shame?"
"Why can't a man touch? Ever heard of same-sex attraction?" Si Fan replied matter-of-factly, "Besides, I'm detoxifying him, charging interest isn't unreasonable."
Chen Fei glared, "If you want interest, I can give it to you!"
Isn't it just a matter of money!
Si Fan looked Chen Fei up and down, "Sorry, you're ugly, I don't want to touch you!"
"You, you!" Chen Fei was infuriated. Who wanted to be touched by him, this damn sissy!
Si Fan ignored Chen Fei, pulling up a blanket to cover Jun Yan, lightly stroking his handsome sleeping face, and sighed softly.
Suddenly, her gaze paused, landing on the man's left chest, a faint red plum blossom mark caught her eye, isn't this...
Her pupils shrank, and her hand instinctively reached out to touch it.
