Tang Zan's finger paused, lifting his dark eyes to look at Shu'er, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"What's this, so impatient?"
Shu'er rolled her eyes, "Can you be serious about treating your injury?"
Tang Zan remained still, only raising his eyes to look at her, those dark eyes seeming even deeper.
"My right hand is useless."
He spoke casually, but she knew he cared a lot.
She moved closer to Tang Zan, the distance between them extremely close, their breathing audible, and Tang Zan stared at her unblinkingly.
She lifted her hand, removing his outer garment, then stripped off his inner clothing.
Her movements were as gentle as always, and she undressed him quite quickly.
But Tang Zan felt the time was long, long enough to be somewhat torturous.
Yet from the bottom of his heart, he masochistically didn't want this kind of torment to end.
He unconsciously slowed his breathing, and at the same time, he heard his own heartbeat, thumping strongly and powerfully.
