After all, he couldn't do anything to a patient, even though that particular patient had just been looking at him with eyes full of expectation, hoping for something to happen in the ward. Her small eyes were eager, moist, but Ye Yansheng directly shut it down.
Feeling the change at his waist and abdomen, Song Guanyu stared at him with dazed, round eyes. Her long, curled lashes were misty with moisture, fluttering as she gazed into his pupils, almost in a daze. The mascara had smudged a bit of black residue due to the wetness in her eyes, leaving her face slightly messy with makeup, like a little kitten.
Her overly red lips still held the white silvery strands left from their intense, lingering kiss.
Ye Yansheng suppressed his urge and raised his hand to wipe her lips.
As soon as his fingertip touched her soft lips, her pink tongue darted out and wrapped around the tip of his calloused finger. Then she gave a mischievous smile, swirling her tongue around his finger.
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