บท 1545: Torture

"Mu Feichi, you..."

He was wearing the same silk robe as she was!

Touching it caused her to shiver, and she trembled as she tried to pull her hand back.

"Let...let go!" B*stard! Did he want her to use her hand?

Her right hand was not injured, and her left shoulder was much better now, but she could not get loose from his grip.

If she had known this would happen, she would have slept in the guest room last night.

"I'm not letting go!" Mu Feichi lowered his head and rubbed his nose lightly against her hot, red face. His deep voice seemed to have some kind of magic to it, and it was so gentle that it could make her let down all her defenses and shyness.

"I don't bully patients. I can accept it if you change your method..."

He held her wrist tightly and pressed her hand against his iron rod.