Half an hour later.
The bedroom was filled with a peculiar and unpleasant floral fragrance.
Sun Yi's glasses were askew on her face, with a thin layer of mist covering the lenses.
She lifted her head, her eyes glistening like spring water, and asked softly, "How's the patient feeling now?"
Wu Wei reached out to stroke her silky hair and then pinched her chin.
"A bit better."
He paused and deliberately added, "But not completely well yet."
Saying that, he immediately sat up, leaned toward her, and looked into her startled yet expectant eyes, saying directly, "Doctor Sun, I can't hold back any longer."
Sun Yi cooperatively widened her eyes, pretending to be scared, but there was laughter in her voice, "Wh-what do you want to do? Help...!"
Wu Wei feigned a creepy demeanor, deliberately flashing an "evil" smile, and pinned her onto the soft mattress, "Go ahead, scream all you want, no one will hear you!"
"Pfft—"
