"Nini, does it hurt?" Li Tingyan's voice was dry and hoarse, "What's wrong with your space? Why can't it be used?"
"You said you didn't touch her, then why do you smell like her? Don't tell me she made the first move and you couldn't refuse."
"Nini..." The man's face showed some fatigue, but upon closer inspection, it seemed more like helplessness.
Nianyang suddenly felt a bit cold, "Tingyan, are you still my Tingyan? Didn't you say you'd never give another woman a chance to touch you? Why have things changed?"
"Nini, don't move, let me apply medicine to your foot first."
"I don't want your help, go and hug your Yin Tang!"
Nianyang began struggling intensely, but was held tightly by the man.
