Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ling Zhao climbed onto Ji Lin's body. Ji Lin knew that she was controlled by the drugs, but he couldn't help but hold Ling Zhao's slender waist, hold the back of her head tightly, and deepen the kiss.

Too thin.

Too soft.

Ji Lin was a little overwhelmed, but he wanted to press her into his arms and merge her into one with him.

He loosened his grip a little, looked at the charming woman in front of him, couldn't help laughing again, and lowered his head to kiss her more deeply!

It was not until Ling Zhao's hands began to tear his clothes that Ji Lin woke up from a dream, held Ling Zhao's face and released her lips.

Ling Zhao's face flushed and he kept calling his name.

Ji Lin's heart was completely confused by her shouting.

But there was still a trace of reason pulling at me.

He lowered his head to Ling Zhao's forehead, panting softly and coaxing, "Dear, no, not now."

How could he do such a thing while Ling Zhao was unconscious?

Seeing that Ling Zhao was getting more and more uncomfortable, the drugs were wreaking havoc in her body and she couldn't solve the problem by herself.

Ji Lin took a deep breath, buttoned up her pajamas in one go, changed her pants, and then held her and laid her on the bed.

But as soon as he stood up, Ling Zhao grabbed him tightly, trying to climb on him and tear off his clothes.

After finally pulling her hand free, she rolled over helplessly like a fish out of water and almost fell to the ground.

Ji Lin was anxious and distressed, so he wrapped her tightly in a quilt and confined her temporarily.

Then he quickly took off his clothes, grabbed a set of home clothes and put them on. Seeing Ling Zhao struggling to break free from the quilt and almost falling to the ground, he quickly lifted the quilt and lay down, holding Ling Zhao in his arms.

He picked up his phone and called the babysitter, "Please ask the doctor to come up."

He had to hold Ling Zhao in his arms to prevent her from moving around and having her true identity discovered.

Although he didn't know what Ling Zhao's real intention was in disguising herself as a man, Ling Zhao definitely had his reasons for keeping this secret.

In order to make it easier for the doctor to give the injection later, Ji Lin leaned against the head of the bed, spread the bed legs, and trapped Ling Zhao between his legs, with his head resting on his chest, holding him tightly.

He would bend down and kiss her forehead from time to time, coaxing her over and over again, asking her to be patient.

Ling Zhao leaned against Ji Lin with sweat all over his forehead, the blush on his face still not fading at all. One of his hands had slipped into Ji Lin's shirt at some point and was randomly grabbing his abdominal muscles.

Ji Lin's breathing gradually became heavier. He held down her unconsciously moving hands and said in a low voice, "Can I let you touch me later?"

Ling Zhao seemed to hear nothing, but seemed to hear something. Her voice was a little softer than usual, "Not good..."

The hands began to struggle to break free from the restraints.

"Then touch it a few more times." Ji Lin held her hand, swept it over his abdominal muscles, and quickly grabbed it out.

Ling Zhao groaned impatiently, and Ji Lin kissed her, "I'll let you touch me enough in the future, but now I really can't do it anymore, I'm afraid I can't hold it back."

After a while the doctor came upstairs.

He took a look at Ling Zhao's condition and immediately took out medicine and a syringe from the medicine box.

"Can you help pull up his sleeves?" the doctor asked.

Ji Lin had no choice but to free his hands and pull up the sleeve of Ling Zhao's right arm to make it easier for the doctor to inject her with medicine.

But just as his hand loosened, Ling Zhao's hand began to go into his clothes again and started to wander around his abdominal muscles, touching, scratching and scratching.

The doctor heard that Ji Lin's breathing sounded strange, and then saw that Ji Lin's face was red, and he couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Have you also been..."

Guessing what he wanted to ask, Ji Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to say: "I'm fine, please hurry up."

The doctor nodded, quickly stood in front of them, and then inserted the tip of the syringe into the skin of Ling Zhao's arm.

Perhaps feeling the pain, the hand that was moving around in his abdomen suddenly grabbed, and Ji Lin almost jumped up on the spot.

But the hand that was holding Ling Zhao's right arm did not loosen its grip at all, for fear that if it lost its grip, Ling Zhao would move around and the needle would bend.

The nanny didn't get very close, but she still saw Ling Zhao's hand moving up and down in Ji Lin's clothes, which made her blush.

Then look at Ji Lin’s upright and sunny face.

She couldn't imagine that Mr. Xiao Ji and Mr. Xiao Ling were two men...

Ji Lin's face was getting redder and redder, Ling Zhao's hand had already moved down from his abdominal muscles...

Fortunately, there wasn’t much medicine, and the doctor pushed the syringe in a few seconds and pulled out the needle.

"Okay, it will take about ten minutes for the sedative to take effect." The doctor said to Ji Lin.

Ji Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded slightly and used a cotton swab to stop Ling Zhao's bleeding. "Thank you, Auntie, please send the doctor off."

People left one after another.

The door closed again.

Ji Lin made sure that there was no bleeding from Ling Zhao's needle hole, threw the needle into the trash can, and then took out Ling Zhao's hand that had been inserted into his waistband.

Ling Zhao refused and twisted his body to want to be touched again.

Ji Lin blushed helplessly, "Do you really have to touch me?"

Ling Zhao groaned and couldn't utter a complete sentence. His hands were restrained and he couldn't break free. He twisted his body to get up, and kept raising his head to kiss his collarbone and Adam's apple...

Ji Lin remembered that the doctor said that the sedative would take more than ten minutes to have a good effect, and Ling Zhao was still controlled by the drugs, which was why he did such a thing.

Ling Zhao was neither calm nor sober.

But he was sober... and didn't want to be calm.

Can't do anything else.

A kiss isn't too much, is it?

He held Ling Zhao's waist and lifted her up to sit on his lap. He inserted his fingers into Ling Zhao's hairline and held the back of her head tightly.

But a kiss is never something that can be solved in just one or two seconds.

Ji Lin didn't know how long he had kissed her. When he let go of Ling Zhao, Ling Zhao was already leaning against him tiredly, but he was still not satisfied. He laid her down on the bed, supported her head with his hands, and continued to kiss her.

……

Ling Zhao woke up the next day.

The clothes on my body are still the same as yesterday.

It was Ji Lin who personally carried her wet clothes and put them into the washing machine in the laundry room when she fell into a deep sleep, and told the nanny that he would take them out himself after the clothes were dry and she didn't need help.

Then Ji Lin put the clothes back on her one by one.

Of course, the most difficult thing to wear is the bra that wraps Ling Zhao's chest.

The difficulty is not in the clothes.

It lies in Ji Lin’s control.

The former world champion was able to control his mentality and overtake his opponent even when he was behind in the score.

But facing Ling Zhao, he had no self-control at all.

He held the person in his arms and kissed him over and over again.

Ling Zhao sat up from the bed, looked at Ji Lin who came in with breakfast, touched his lips and said, "My mouth seems to be swollen and a little painful."

Ji Lin put down the plate, sat on the bed, supported Ling Zhao's body with both hands, lowered his head, and looked at her with a smile, "You must be allergic to the medicine, that's why you are swollen."