"Jing Si," Qin Mei said. She was pinned to the chair by Jie Jingchen, forced into an uncomfortable position and bearing his full weight.
"Mm," Jie Jingchen responded with a hum. The sharp pain had eased, but he had no intention of getting up.
Qin Mei was about to tell him to get up, but she bit her tongue and changed tack. "Why don't I check it for you?"
"Are you sure?" Jie Jingchen's gaze deepened, and an unusual flush appeared on his devilishly handsome face.
Normally, she wouldn't even look at it, let alone soothe it, resisting him fiercely. No matter how he cajoled her, she would either squeeze her eyes shut and play blind or lie there motionless, playing dead.
Qin Mei gazed at him deeply, her soft hand caressing his smooth face. Suddenly, Jie Jingchen grabbed her wrist and slowly guided it downwards, until…
Qin Mei's entire body stiffened, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment.
