At this point, even Miss Tang couldn't stay calm, clinging tightly to her pant legs: "You... you, you, you rogue."
"Let me see where else you're hurt?"
Tang Yanqi's face had turned as red as an apple, glaring at Sheng Jianan without any courtesy: "You're not a doctor, it doesn't matter whether you look or not."
Tang Yanqi didn't know that in her current wary look with flushed cheeks and angry eyes, she had no threat at all, but added a bit of coquettishness. This side of Tang Yanqi was one Sheng Jianan had never seen before. Her eyes, her brows, her lips were alluring in every way.
Sheng Jianan's Adam's apple moved up and down, leaned forward, and kissed Tang Yanqi's lips again. He bit her, it didn't hurt, just tickled, and Tang Yanqi felt like she was about to explode, her thoughts gradually drifting away. What was she doing? What was she supposed to be doing? She forgot it all.
