At Lin Feng's question, Ye Lin, beneath him, bit her lower lip and stared blankly for a moment.
Then, under Lin Feng's gaze, Ye Lin spoke, "I... Lin Feng... I... I…"
Damn, what a bind!
The methods of shifting tendons and dislocating bones had all failed, leaving Lin Feng suddenly out of options, feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.
Alright, come on, you can have me…
Shaking his head, Lin Feng prepared to compromise in order to save Ye Lin. If Ye Lin lost her temper after waking up, he would have to accept the consequences.
"Ugh…"
Lin Feng lay down, looking as if he were offering himself up completely.
As Ye Lin straddled him, just as Lin Feng closed his eyes, preparing to let this dominant woman have her way with him, he suddenly felt a burning heat emanating from his pocket.
What's going on?
The heat rapidly intensified, the temperature soaring. Lin Feng, taken aback, reached his hand over to feel.
