Tested His Self-Control

He had failed to hold his breath and he smelled her sweet fragrance again. It caused him to endure even more pain.

Cen Shuang held Zhuang Hong's hands tightly and asked him carefully, "Be careful. Do your legs feel any stronger?"

Her soft voice reached his ears and sank into his heart. She was carelessly teasing him. This was a form of torture, but it also made his heart react. Zhuang Hong could not help but gaze at her delicate little face and her sexy collarbone. Instantly, it was like a magnet had attracted Zhuang Hong's gaze. It made him firmly focus on that fair and tender collarbone and those bright eyes... He could not keep his eyes off her for long.

Hearing Cen Shuang's question, Zhuang Hong replied casually with a hoarse voice, "No."

Cen Shuang supported his weight and complained, "Zhuang Hong, you're too heavy. If you can't walk, does that mean you're a cripple?"