Can You Reach It?

"Jiu Jiu, I'm hungry. Where's the spicy hot pot?" Feng Qing hurriedly changed the topic. Her fever had just subsided, and she didn't want to be 'punished to kneel' by the man again.

Seeing her flustered appearance, the man's eyes emitted a dangerous glow, as if he could transform into a wild beast at any moment and ravage her, this little wild rabbit.

Xie Jiuhan licked his lips and endured his palpitating heart. He picked up the trauma cream Tang Mingxia had prescribed for her. "You can eat hot pot, but put the medicine on first."

Watching the man take out a finger cot from the medicine box and put it on, Feng Qing's palm-sized face was as red as a neon light. This man really wouldn't let go of any chance to take advantage of her.

"Go and prepare the hot pot. I'll do this myself." Feng Qing closed her legs.