Chapter 1701
Words:1086Update:22/09/23 22:35:17
Doctor White was speechless. "…"
She bit her lip and her face was as red as blood.
Mohan kissed her lips and broke through the last barrier. He stopped and let her get used to his presence.
Doctor White was in excruciating pain and she held onto his shoulders tightly.
Mohan kissed her over and over again.
After some time, Doctor White suddenly said, "It's not that painful …"
Her voice was very soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito, but he still heard it.
He sucked on her lips and bit down hard, instantly starting his assault.
Doctor White closed her eyes.
She didn't feel comfortable the entire time, only pain. But she could bear with it.
She was a doctor and she knew that there would always be a time like this!
After it ended, Mohan hugged her in his arms and kissed her.
Doctor White didn't dare to open her eyes. Her eyelashes were trembling and she quietly leaned against his chest, as if she could still smell the scent of him after making love.
Mohan said in a low voice, "You're not allowed to drink the medicine. You and I are not young anymore. If you have a child, keep it."
Doctor White's face was completely red.
Mohan held her wrist and took a look. Indeed, there was a bloodstain and it was now bright red.
He pinched it and kissed that spot.
Since a long time ago, he had wanted to change the appearance of this virginity mark of hers!
Today, he finally couldn't hold back and put it into practice!
Doctor White felt it and opened her eyes to take a look. The miracle didn't happen. There was really a bloodstain on her arm. It was a bloodstain that announced the countdown to her life.
But she didn't regret it!
She looked up at Mohan. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his neck and her red lips moved closer to his. Her face was so red that it was going to drip blood, but he still took the initiative to kiss her.
Mohan pursed his thin lips. "Don't ignite the fire."
With just one sentence, Doctor White didn't dare to move anymore.
Actually, that kiss was just a response to him.
She was willing. She didn't regret it. Even if she died, she was willing!
She didn't know how others felt. To her, if being with him was suicide, it would be a happy suicide. Even if she died, she would gladly endure it. She smiled and closed her eyes.
Mohan looked at her. "Don't be afraid. The bloodstain on Tang Si's wrist has disappeared."
Doctor White nodded.
That day, when she was doing her check-up, she had specially taken a look and knew!
Perhaps there really was a way to remove the curse in the tomb?
Mohan looked at her. "Leave it to me."
Doctor White hummed and lowered his head. His whole body was burning hot.
Mohan asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Doctor White nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.
Now, both of his legs felt like they were filled with lead. The center of his legs was extremely sore, and there was also a hint of faint pain.
Mohan kissed her. "I'll get the doctor to take care of Ji Zuo. Go to bed and sleep for a while."
"Mm," Doctor Bai replied. How was she supposed to go out in this state?
She looked down at her neck, which was covered with the marks he had left behind.
Ji Zuo carried her and placed her on the bed. He covered her with the blanket and sat by the side, lighting a cigarette.
It was too early for him to touch her!
But he really couldn't control it just now.
His self-control seemed to be very poor in front of her. It was extremely poor.
Doctor Bai glanced at him and watched him smoking. He was like a dynamo sitting there, exuding electric waves that made people's hearts tremble.
Mohan looked at her, his fingers caressing her cheeks.
Doctor White asked softly, "Don't tell me you're regretting it?"
Although her voice was very soft, she didn't call him Second Young Master like before.
Mohan asked, "Do you regret it?"
He remembered that from the beginning till the end, she didn't push him away, not even once.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
