"Gulp... gulp..."
Under the blanket, Sun Wanqi was forced to hold the Iron Pestle filled her small mouth.
As Lin Fan pulled, it went in and out repeatedly.
The unfamiliar yet exciting sensation made Lin Fan's lips curl into a roguish smile.
With legs curled and propping up the blanket, he let Sun Wanqi do as she pleased below.
"Open your mouth, ah..."
On the hospital bed, Liu Lingfei held the soup she cooked by hand, feeding Lin Fan spoonful by spoonful.
"I'm not a child, you don't need to do this."
Lin Fan reached out and caressed Liu Lingfei's waist.
She was not just an ordinary rich beauty; after all, as the only daughter of an auction house, the business capital she had to manage was in the billions.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be entangled with the Han Family.
But who would have thought this super heiress would personally cook soup and feed Lin Fan spoonful by spoonful.
"You're a patient now, you have to be a good boy and eat properly."
