"You scoundrel…"
Zhuo Lin's words of reprimand froze in her throat, her mind exploding with a roar.
"Let go!" she hissed sharply.
If Aunt Shen Ye were to witness this scene, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash her clean.
She couldn't possibly say that a feverish patient had taken liberties with her!
But the truth was, all she did was fail to resist stroking his hand, and now she ended up being pawed all over—the loss was immense.
Jiang Shaoqing, however, held her tightly. His slightly dazed expression was evident, eyes still closed. Hearing her voice, he murmured softly like a kitten, stopping her wild struggle. His wandering hand was firmly pinned down by Zhuo Lin.
Zhuo Lin jolted upright and mustered all her strength to squeeze Jiang Shaoqing's hand, which was groping at her recklessly. "Are you crazy?!"
She worked hard to push back his arm, which had pinned her down, and glanced at him. The sight froze her in place!
