As he spoke these words, his voice was already very hoarse.
Their closely pressed bodies transmitted his burning temperature clearly.
Lin Xinlan curled her lips and smiled, "It seems like you're not lightly ill…"
"Of course," Rong Shaoze grabbed her hand, guiding it directly to touch his manhood.
"See, I've already reached the 'critical condition'. Xinlan, you must cure me, you can't just watch me die without helping…"
Feeling the hardness there, along with the scorching heat, Lin Xinlan's face instantly turned red.
She wanted to withdraw her hand out of embarrassment, but Rong Shaoze held her hand tightly, stopping her from moving.
"You're… being a rascal!" Lin Xinlan glared at him in embarrassment and anger.
The man chuckled, leaned down to bite her ear, and said in a low, pleased tone, "You're right, I'm being a rascal to you… and I intend to be a rascal to you for a lifetime."
"Xinlan, you can't escape, you'll never escape…"
