The man froze.
The allure of the uniform had already made him lose all self-control, and now she'd added a pair of glasses?
The glasses neutralized some of the uniform's charm, but unexpectedly gave rise to another kind of irresistible feeling.
'On a male doctor, this would be called 'abstemious.'
'What would you call it on a female doctor?'
'Who cares what it's called!'
The man's eyes were fixed on Wen Ying as he walked toward her.
He reached out to touch her face.
"This patient is a little naughty. When I encounter patients like this, I usually tell them very gently that they absolutely must not do that. Otherwise, the consequences will be very severe."
CRACK. His wrist snapped.
At the same time, Wen Ying slapped something over his mouth.
The man tried to tear it off, but his hands were restrained as well.
Wen Ying bound his arms and legs directly with a rope.
