Chương 871: Dead Cold

His hands roamed freely in her clothes, causing Shen Fanxing to tremble.

His hot palm circled her back and rubbed against her back.

"Ah…"

She moaned as she felt his chest heat up under her palm.

His hand slid down her spine and out of her collar. His large palm grabbed the back of her neck and caressed her hair and scalp.

A numbing sensation spread across her body.

She couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, but Bo Jinchuan released her lips and moved down her chin. He planted a kiss on her collarbone.

Her head was tilted back as his hand cupped her neck.

He had bitten open a few buttons in front of the hospital gown, revealing an absolutely provocative scene. Bo Jinchuan's eyes darkened and he lowered his head to kiss her.

Shen Fanxing took a deep breath as rationality returned to her eyes.

"Don't…"

She looked down at him, her face flushed.