"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Xiaodong looked at Sun Yiyi with a bit of speechlessness.
"Didn't you say I had ideas? Yeah, I do have ideas, so what about it?" Sun Yiyi held her chin up, her voice seemingly trying to sound fierce, but it only made her seem alluring to the bone.
"Yiyi, I'm injured."
"You're a doctor; you can surely handle this little thing. Besides, I'm not touching your chest." As she spoke, she already shifted up, found the right spot, and then began to gently twist her waist.
"You little rascal, you call me lecherous, but you're clearly forcing me here." Song Xiaodong couldn't help but wryly smile; it looked like he would have another battle between heaven and man tonight.
As the exotic fragrance grew stronger, Song Xiaodong knew he couldn't stop it, and just went along with Sun Yiyi.