An old Chinese doctor usually wouldn't make a move, but once he does, it's not easy to retract it.
Aisha clutched the bedsheet tightly. Slowly, things started feeling a bit off—her cheeks turned flushed, her body began to heat up, and she twisted uneasily in protest.
"This... doesn't seem right, senior..."
"This is a normal reaction. It means it's working."
Aisha bit down on her rosy lips: "R-Really...? Is that so?"
"Of course."
Shen Yuan had never liked being passive — unless confronted by proactive types like the class belle, who wouldn't be happy unless she took the initiative herself.
At this stage, Aisha might want to back off psychologically, but her body would resist such an impulse.
It was only now that Aisha started realizing she'd fallen into a trap. Her expression was a mix of shyness and anger—shy because of Shen Yuan's treatment of her, angry because he used the guise of an old Chinese doctor.
