Mu Jing casually glanced at the comments while looking at the distraught red-haired, golden-eyed girl on the sofa.

It seems that viewers eagerly awaiting the battle need not worry, as this special "treatment" will soon be over.

He only needs to strengthen the connection with Wuge one last time and steal a sufficiently specific cause, and everything will be settled.

He walked forward slowly.

His fingertips gently probed between the sofa and her waist and abdomen.

With a little effort, he helped the limp Wuge to her feet.

But Wuge remained unmoved:

"You perverted doctor, what are you planning to do now?"

Her right hand moved with lightning speed, firmly gripping Mu Jing's wrist as he reached for her other side of her waist and abdomen.

"Next, check the hair."

Mu Jing's voice remained gentle, showing no impatience despite her resistance.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ge didn't even wait for Mu Jing to make a move.

The resistance in her eyes faded somewhat, leaving only a weary compromise:

"Hmph, hurry up and check me, then let me go."

She herself didn't realize that her bottom line had been lowered again and again without her noticing.

After all, in her opinion, after experiencing the extreme humiliation of an oral examination, she could barely accept any treatment as long as it wasn't so outrageous.

The perception that "she is a patient" subtly implanted by Mu Jing has long been etched into her mind like a brand.

This led her from initially denying that she was "not sick" to now subconsciously accepting that she "needs treatment."

Even though they still verbally call him a pervert,

But she knew in her heart that Mu Jing had always adhered to the proper conduct of a doctor.

There has never been any attempt to overstep the bounds.

He did not express any desire for her body.

It seems like he really just wanted to cure her?

Of course, even so, it couldn't hide the fact in Wu Ge's heart that Dr. Jing was a disgusting, perverted male chef doctor.

"Let's begin."

Seeing this, Mu Jing did not covet the firm yet soft texture of the water ball in his hand.

"Brothers, look! The prison mirror's used another treatment method. What kind of play is it this time?"

"Little Mist..."

"Little Mist..."

—It sounds like someone is calling me.

A faint call rang in my ears.

Awaken the slumbering consciousness of Wuge from its slumber.

"Xiaowu, lift your foot up."

The voice was both familiar and cold.

This made her instinctively lift her foot.

next second.

A cold sensation spread up her ankle, as if something was peeling off her shoes.

This instantly brought her to her senses.

I opened my eyes in a daze.

What came into view was Mu Jing bending down, his fingertips holding her shoelaces, clearly taking off her shoes!

All peace and relaxation shattered in an instant.

Rage and shame surged through him once again.

Wu Ge suddenly roared:

"abnormal!!!"

The gray-haired man in front of her was taking off her shoes.

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