"I didn't do it on purpose, it just hurt too much, and I couldn't help but shiver."
Yang Cheng looked aggrieved, his eyes were slightly red.
Seeing him in such discomfort, Kong Lingwen couldn't bear to continue blaming him and tentatively asked, "Does it really hurt that much?"
"This is the most fragile part of a man. If it's damaged, I'd be ruined."
Yang Cheng looked pitiful, gently massaging that mighty dragon.
Kong Lingwen looked down and saw that the dragon indeed wasn't standing as fiercely as before. He drew in a sharp breath from the pain, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Yang Cheng, I really didn't mean it. I got too excited and forgot I was holding you."
She hurriedly apologized, gazing anxiously at Yang Cheng.
"An apology isn't enough. If you really want to help me, you could kiss it with your mouth."
