The Gentle Psychiatrist (37)
Because Yue Ran was not his psychiatrist alone, it was obviously normal for her to have other patients in her hands other than him. It was just that the image of Yue Ran kissing him flashed through his mind, and he immediately felt some kind of painful tightness in his chest.
Would she have done the same thing to her other patients as well, such as that handsome man who looked so powerful, like he came from a privileged background? Would she kiss her other patients just like she kisses him?
Thinking of this, Cheng Ying felt like he could not stand it any longer. He subconsciously squeezed the disposable paper cup tightly in his hand, and with a splash, the warm water overflowed, pouring down his hand and onto the floor. Thankfully, the water was not boiling hot, and the warm liquid did not hurt his hand at all.
"What is wrong, Cheng Ying?" Yue Ran asked. "Did I scare you just now?"