He approached the bedside.
But Lin Miaoke still lay there without moving, simply watching him.
It's clearly not like this, but why…
He moved closer.
His hand reached out.
Lifted her up from her waist.
With a soft moan, Lin Miaoke's body suddenly trembled. Her legs tightened together involuntarily, seemingly afraid, yet what was that sense of anticipation?
"Ye Xiaofan, you, you can't do this."
"Curious about relationships between men and women all of a sudden? Or is it that you're feeling weak?"
"What are you saying? I'm not curious. Don't forget, you have a girlfriend, you shouldn't do this to me."
"What if I really intend to do something to you?"
"No, that's not allowed… you, get up."
"I guess that's the way it is."
"Huh? How is it?"
Picked up.
Lin Miaoke only felt her body lighten, as Ye Xiaofan lifted her into his arms.
With a height of 172 cm, she seemed like a petite woman in his embrace. There wasn't any struggle or resistance.
