Stretched Out Her Hand To Unbutton His Shirt

She took out her mobile phone and found Rios He's number. When she was about to dial out, she was suddenly caught on her wrist. The person who was not sober was staring at her at the moment, "Who are you calling?"

"I–"

Phillip Zong has seen the name displayed on the screen, his eyebrows are permeated with evil spirits, that doctor Rios He?

Ana Lin was stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously reached out to probe his forehead, but Phillip Zong buckled his waist, turned her over, and pressed her on the seat of the car—

Ana Lin's brain was blank for a few seconds, trembling in his pupils, and it took a long time to stabilize, "You, are you okay?"

She was instinctively prepared.

Phillip Zong's sturdy body leaned on the top of her, and the lust in his eyes was as fierce as fire, almost overflowing, but he was still restraining it forcibly, "You think I have a fever?"

Touch his forehead?

Do you know he can't touch it now?