At this moment, Rong Yan utterly despised his extremely sensitive senses.
Her fingertips, chilled by the ointment, seemed to carry a coolness, yet when they touched his skin, this coolness instantly transformed into a hot and intense current. It pierced through his skin in an instant, traveling through his nerves to every inch of his skin, every pore…
In no time, his skin began to tremble uncontrollably. Following was an exceedingly excited, uncontrollable current striking directly at his heart, and then traveling downward from there…
His blood, almost instantaneously, gathered in one direction.
Lying face down, Rong Yan was experiencing a sensation akin to a tempest of ice and fire.
He wanted her fingertips to continue wandering over his body, but some part beneath him had already begun involuntarily making intimate contact with the hard bedframe.
"Why can't the beds in the school's infirmary be a bit thicker, why are they so damn hard?!"
