Jia Cheng struggled to get up and limped out of the ward.
That's what he was thinking now. Even if Liu Jiao didn't let him do anything, just a glance at Liu Jiao would make him feel much better.
Without a taste or a glimpse, it would drive him crazy.
Liu Jiao hadn't gone to sleep yet either; she was still at the nurse's station.
Seeing Jia Cheng hobbling toward the nurse's station, she hurried up to support him and said, "Jia Cheng, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing?"
Jia Cheng said painfully, "I can't sleep!"
"Oh!"
Liu Jiao instantly understood; Jia Cheng was aroused by her.
No man in the throes of lust could sleep.
Liu Jiao asked, "Can't you do it with your hand?"
"I can!"
Jia Cheng nodded. How could he not know this hereditary skill of men?
There was nothing to be ashamed of.
The absurd things he did with Sister Liu were incomparable.
Liu Jiao asked again, "Then why don't you use your hand?"