In the next moment, he turned over, took the other person's glass of water with one hand, placed it on the bedside table beside him, and then pressed the person down beside him. His hot lips left hers, instantly descending down An Nan's fair neck, pausing on her chest through her clothes.
The person beneath him seemed to have been scared, forgetting to struggle.
Lin Mubai was entangled and kept whispering in her ear, "Wife, can you give it to me? Can you give it to me?" Lin Mubai felt his whole body was about to explode but didn't know if it was because of the fever or something else.
An Nan gradually recovered her thoughts from the shock, yet she didn't immediately push the person off her. A bizarre idea emerged in her mind: if she hadn't measured the man's temperature herself, she would have really thought he was pretending to be sick.
Her brief hesitation gave the sick man boundless encouragement, and he felt a surge of strength from within, making the fever seem nonexistent.
