When Yan Ling sat on the man's lap, the black car also stopped a few centimeters away from them.
The two people on the wheelchair, pressed against each other, the familiar scent and warmth all gave her a sense of reassurance.
However, as the two people got more comfortable, a car honk completely destroyed the atmosphere.
Yan Ling regained her sense and wanted to get off the man immediately.
But as soon as she moved, a faint grunt came from the man's mouth.
Yan Ling, with her sensitive nose, immediately smelled a faint scent of blood.
"Did the wound open up?"
Yan Ling saw the man's shoulders tense up and realized that she might have accidentally tugged at the wound on his shoulder.
"Let me see."
Not caring about any shyness or restraint at this time, Yan Ling wanted to take off King's clothes on the spot.
She thought that the man would resist, but he surprisingly cooperated and let her help him unbutton his shirt.