As he spoke, a finely crafted little leather whip, gleaming with a cold light, was placed in Yu Lan's hand.
The man even suggestively puffed out his full, honey-colored chest.
He looked for all the world like a seductive royal consort, inviting her to do as she pleased.
It was clear that no matter what Yu Lan wanted to do at this moment, Huo Zhanting would immediately jump up to cooperate.
As long as he could capture the pretty female's heart, a male would stop at nothing.
'But isn't the key issue that Huo Zhanting is still an injured patient who hasn't recovered?'
'Just what kind of desperate, lustful image does he have of me for him to act like this?'
Huo Zhanting guided Yu Lan's hand to grip the small whip, and her hand felt as if it had been scalded, curling uncontrollably.
Her fair, pretty face was burning hot, completely flushed with embarrassment.
