Jia Lanhua tried to run, but Zhang Xiaoshan grabbed her with a backhand hold and pressed her firmly beside the sickbed.
Her face was pressed against Wu Daming's.
Wu Daming's breath could still flutter against her earlobe.
A strange feeling overwhelmed Jia Lanhua's heart, it was both fear and shame, yet even more exciting.
The first time she and Zhang Xiaoshan had been together, Wu Daming had been there too, but he had been drunk then; now, Wu Daming could wake up at any moment.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, you reckless man, have you gone mad, aren't you afraid that Wu Daming will kill you?"
Jia Lanhua turned her head and whispered fiercely to Zhang Xiaoshan behind her.
"Hehe."
But Zhang Xiaoshan just smiled faintly.
"What's there to be afraid of, don't you find this exhilarating?"
"Aren't you trying to get revenge on Wu Daming? I'm helping you, so stop complaining."
"You, you bastard."
"I really didn't want to, you're making me die of shame."