Lu Man Really Helped Him Gain Face

"Even if I'm infected, I'm not scared," Lu Man did not leave and instead held his face, and kissed him on his lips.

Prying open his mouth, she slipped her hot tongue inside his mouth.

Han Zhuoli felt very helpless, but there was an indescribable softness and warmth in his heart. He could not help but tightened his hold on her.

After a long while of breathlessness, Lu Man stopped kissing him and left a small kiss on his forehead. "Go to sleep, you'll get well sooner."

Han Zhuoli wanted to get her assurance, "You said it when I'm not sick, it's fine for us to do whatever I want, right?"

Lu Man nodded her head happily. "Of course, I always keep my word."

When he was not sick anymore, she would have entered the production group, what else could he do?

Lu Man had a sly look on her face.

Seeing her look, Han Zhuoli knew that she was being crafty again.