Lin Zishuang could only feel that wherever Feng Tianyou's palm touched, it felt like a gentle spring.
And she, as if she were a wanderer who had been walking in the desert for days and nights, found that gentle spring to be her life-saving cure.
She couldn't resist holding his hand and gently kneading it.
Feng Tianyou watched Lin Zishuang's condition with tightly knitted brows, and he couldn't afford to care about anything else.
He abruptly pulled open her shirt, "Shuang'er, I'm sorry, I can't let you endure this any longer."
Luckily, the medicine was only applied to her chest and didn't spread further down.
Afterwards, Lin Zishuang's chest was left bruised and swollen from the rubbing.
She was usually so modest and understated; it never showed.
But when her clothes were peeled away, how sensual she looked—only Feng Tianyou knew.
Once the medicine took effect, Lin Zishuang fell into a deep sleep.
Today was nothing short of a day she never wanted to look back on.
