His fingers felt like a burning cigarette butt, scorching through the layers of fabric, making her flustered. Wei Anning blushed and said, "I'll do it myself."
Leng Youchen brushed her hand aside, pressing gently. Even through her clothes and boots, he could feel the supple muscles of her calf, and as he continued pressing, his heart began to stir.
A familiar sensation trembled in his heart, and his Adam's apple moved sensuously, his gaze becoming slightly heated.
Under his gaze, Wei Anning felt a slight tremor at the tip of her heart, growing more uncomfortable. She withdrew her leg, her cheeks burning hotter. "Well, I'm fine now, let's go, the doctor is about to get off work."
Leng Youchen watched her stand up and then stood up himself, taking the medical report from her hands and looking at it as he walked. "There's nothing major, no need to see a doctor now, right?"
