It Hurts, Can You Take a Look at It for Me? (Part Two)

"Okay, got it," Su Yue replied, releasing her collar as she blushed. Her fever had subsided and so her face wasn't so flushed anymore.

She turned over and back-faced Ming Ansheng.

After his gentlemanly act, Young Master Ming suddenly felt regretful. He glanced at her flushed face and long eyelashes, then suddenly his mind was flooded with the image the day Su Yue appeared before him wrapped up in a towel.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the covers, his body tensed.

Su Yue was still recovering from her fever and perspiration covered her forehead.

She flipped over to get a few pieces of tissue paper from the bedside cabinet to wipe her sweat.

When she stretched, the neckline of her loose sleepwear slid to the side, revealing her collar bones and fair skin. It sparked Ming Ansheng's sense and desires.