Zoey's POV
I sensed the change in Russell's body and shook my head gently, saying, "No treatment needed. Maybe I should sit over there."
"Is this place uncomfortable?" he asked.
I pursed my lips and murmured, "You're as hot as a furnace. It's a bit scorching."
Russell seemed to find my description quite fitting, and he reached out to pinch my chin, saying, "Zoey, I think I still need treatment."
I looked at him and asked, "Why?"
The corners of Russell's lips curled up, with a hint of amusement as he said, "Because my ailment can only be cured by you."
I really didn't expect Russell to be so good at teasing.
"May I ask if you're willing to treat me?" he continued.
My eyelashes fluttered as I replied in a soft voice, "Yes."
Russell placed a gentle kiss on my smooth forehead and ask
