325 Let me look at your wound

His toned and shaped body pressed down upon her. A scalding gust of hot air assaulted her senses. Luo Sang raised her head and caught the sight of his chiseled jawline and his Adam's apple as he swallowed. Perhaps he hadn't shaved in the morning. There was thin stubble on his chin, giving him an air of masculinity and maturity.

Luo Sang held her breath momentarily, turned her gaze away, and pushed him. "Get up. I'm tired, and I want to sleep."

"Didn't you say I gave you an abrasion this morning? Let me look at your wound," Nian Junting said as he took in the view of the woman beneath him. Her jet-black hair spilled over the sky-blue sheets and lined her soft, ever so radiant face. The only problem was that her clothes were barely revealing. It seemed that she was even wearing a bra. Seeing this, his eyebrows furrowed.