Five minutes later, when Zhao Dong withdrew his palm, Tang Xue still lay on the couch, her eyes glazed over. Strange sounds escaped her lips, and her body, flushed bright red, was too numb for her to stand.
"All right, you can get up now."
"Ah... is it... is it over?" Startled by Zhao Dong's words, Tang Xue quickly grabbed her clothes to cover her chest. She looked nervously at Zhao Dong, but seeing his calm expression, she breathed a sigh of relief.
As she quickly dressed, she couldn't stop recalling what had just happened.
That feeling... it was so... comfortable...
Lost in the aftertaste, the thought that she wanted to experience it again surfaced. Tang Xue was shocked and quickly shook her head, casting the terrifying idea away.
Tang Xue! What are you thinking? That was a medical treatment!
