In the bedroom, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Xu Li's face was full of shyness, and she was still adjusting her emotions.
Ye Fan looked much calmer, his gaze clear and without any noticeable change.
"Adjust your mood, then we'll start," Ye Fan said softly.
"Okay." Xu Li replied in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, her heart very complicated.
Now she was lying before Ye Fan, allowing him to treat her as he pleased, which made her very resistant.
Even though she considered Ye Fan a doctor, she psychologically couldn't overcome this hurdle.
If it were a female doctor, it would be fine, but the key was Ye Fan was male.
If not for the severe illness and the hospital's inability to completely cure her, she wouldn't let Ye Fan treat her.
Compared to leaving her husband and daughter, she'd rather let Ye Fan treat her. After all, she had a serious illness.
