Part 2The Doctor's Prescription for Love

Gu Shian raised his hand to pull the shielding curtain, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, signaling me:

"Lift clothes up, unhook bra."

I grasped the hem of clothes tightly, glaring at him dissatisfiedly.

"You... you abuse public power for private revenge!"

He put hands in white coat pockets, looking calm, reminding me coldly:

"Miss Jiang, firstly you registered for my number.

"Secondly I am a doctor, curing sickness and saving people is my duty.

"Finally, where haven't I seen of you?"

Me: ...

Fine, you win...

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, unhooked the bra buttons.

Heart crossed, eyes closed, lifted the top up.

His hands were a bit cool, I couldn't help trembling when touching skin.

"Don't be nervous."

"Who... who is nervous..."

"Heart rate too high."

Corner of his mouth hooked an imperceptible smile, head lowered, examining seriously.

"Any sensation?"

I turned head to one side,哼 lightly:

"No!"

"No?"

He frowned, somewhat doubtful.

"No sensation means no sensation, Dr. Gu technique too poor, already broke up still want me to act?"

Couldn't occupy physical advantage, I chose to occupy verbal advantage.

"Heh, my technique poor?"

He slightly lowered eyes, gaze passing through lens meeting mine, voice cold and low.

"Jiang Sui, gotta speak with conscience."

I secretly cursed, isn't conscience being touched by you?

Hand strength increased a bit.

"This time?"

Me: "Feel like you are pinching me..."

He lifted head, looked straight at me, sighed.

"Any pain?"

"No!"

"Distending pain?"

"No!"

"Usually itchy?"

"Oh right itchy isn't here."

Me: !!!

"Gu Shian have you touched enough!"

I blushed violently propping up body, almost hitting his chin:

"Don't you know if I am sick?"

"Currently seems indeed no problem, but..."

His hand finally let go of me, his low laugh suddenly sounded in the air:

"It is quite small."

I gritted teeth, unconvinced arguing:

"Small chest blame ex-boyfriend not working hard!"

Waist suddenly hugged by him, I inertially leaned in his arms, faint woody perfume scent from inside white coat soaking into nose.

His breathing a bit heavy, voice carrying some danger:

"What, want me to work hard again? So playing same old trick again?"

Face wearing undisguised mockery.