After releasing his passion.
Chen Nan felt thoroughly relaxed.
He energetically embraced Lin Xue gently, a satisfied smile involuntarily appearing on his face, that of a contentment after pleasure.
"I'm still not well, I will need your help with treatment later on," said Lin Xue, nestling like a lazy kitten in the warmth of Chen Nan's arms.
Her delicate face, as if meticulously carved, blushed with a soft hue of shyness, like the tender bloom of a peach blossom in the spring, radiantly alluring.
"Of course! Call me when you're feeling unwell, I guarantee to be at your beck and call," Chen Nan's lips curved into a slightly intriguing smile, as if hiding a secret only known to them both.
In truth, he was well aware that he had already completely cured Lin Xue's condition.
But at this moment, since she was claiming to be a patient, he, playing the role of the "Doctor," naturally had to display an unrelenting attitude.
