His chest, fair as marble, the muscles solid with particularly enticing lines.
Lu Xiaoyou really wanted to touch his chest.
She averted her gaze, pretending to cough seriously, then climbed onto the bed on her knees, sitting astride Long Xiliang.
As she fed him water, she said:
"Why don't you dress properly? What if someone with ulterior motives sees you? What if they want to take advantage of you while you're sick?"
Long Xiliang gave Lu Xiaoyou a glance, and with lips pale as paper he uttered, "If you want to take advantage of me, I might just let you."
After drinking the warm water, a droplet clung to his lips—Lu Xiaoyou couldn't stand it; how could someone become so abstinent and attractive after catching a cold?
This man had even agreed to let her take advantage of him; to not do anything at this point would be to disrespect Long Xiliang~
