Zhu Yan gave Zhou Xiaolong a long look, a trace of disgust in her eyes. She understood, of course, that he was deliberately making things difficult. But her job required her to endure it and comply. Her jade-like hand on Zhou Xiaolong's stomach slowly moved down a few inches. She pressed gently and asked, "Does it hurt here?"
Zhou Xiaolong closed his eyes, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. "Yes, yes, that's the spot."
Seeing Zhou Xiaolong's lecherous appearance, Zhu Yan felt a deepening sense of disgust, but also profound helplessness. Still, she didn't take it too seriously. She'd encountered plenty of difficult patients like him before; she just had to endure it until it was over. There was no other choice. After all, she was the one who chose this career.
As she was lost in thought, a tent gradually pitched in Zhou Xiaolong's crotch.
