Taking a massive, shuddering breath, Han Jue looked at Su Qinglan's face. She was lying back, eyes closed in relief, trusting him entirely.
"Lan Lan," he murmured, his voice thick and low. "The last place…" He couldn't elaborate.
With the utmost tenderness, he slid his hands down, gently cupping the outsides of her thighs. "I need to look," he whispered, his eyes asking for permission.
Su Qinglan, lost in the sensation of cool relief, simply let her legs fall open slightly as his hands guided them. Her final layer of shame dissolved.
She felt her skin become thicker… the sensation was just too good. She couldn't resist it, and this was now a necessary medical procedure performed by a caring mate. How could she refuse it? She had to be considerate… lala~.
Han Jue stared down, his gaze immediately taking in the swollen redness. His face turned beetroot red, but his protective instincts roared, overriding his immediate physical reaction. That stupid, careless tiger!
