Shen Tang, hearing what he said, immediately got a mischievous idea, "Anything goes?"
She propped herself up from his embrace and sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at the man from a higher position.
He lay flat on the bed, his eyes fervent and affectionate, gazing at her intensely, like he was inviting her to make the first move.
Although Shen Tang had treated his wounds, his face was still a bit pale due to excessive blood loss, and his hair was disheveled, giving him an unusually fragile and sickly appearance.
Because of the wound on his abdomen, Xiao Jin's clothes were lifted slightly. He parted his lips a bit, using a sharp canine to lightly bite on the corner of his shirt, revealing a broad expanse of sexy, toned abs, like a half-unwrapped gift.
The sensation of placing a hand along those rippling muscles would no doubt feel incredible.
His pants were loosely tied around his waist, almost slipping off...
Ahem!
Shen Tang's face turned scarlet from watching!
