The Reason for Infertility

Wen Ruan raised her head and looked at the man's ordinary face. She was stunned for a moment.

"Young Master Leng?"

The man tightened his grip on her fingers and his dark eyes darkened." Who else did you think it was?"

He was wearing a guard uniform and disguised himself as a guard of Fairspring Palace.

Wen Ruan's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Just as she was about to say something, the man's deep and cold voice sounded again." How did your fingers become like this?"

Her fair and slender fingers were as delicate as jade onions, and the marks on her fingertips that had been stabbed by the crab shell were unusually obvious.

He pulled her finger and sucked on it.

His actions stunned her.

The warm touch made her feel numb. She wanted to pull her hand back, but he kept sucking on the balls.

"This is the palace, don't be like this."

Huo Hannian glared at Wen Ruan coldly." Who hurt you?"

"It's just a small injury. Don't worry about it."