South Grant was just showing him to prove her innocence.

Unexpectedly, the first thing this rascal did when he reached over was to undo one of her buttons.

"Why are you unbuttoning my shirt?" South Grant reached out to cover her chest, ready to button it back up.

But at this point, Nathan Foster had the upper hand, and there was no way he would let South Grant take it back.

"You wanted me to look, how can I see clearly with the buttons done up?"

She could never out-argue him; no matter what she said, he always had a point.

Her body did have many mosquito bites; the ones from the forest mosquitoes were red and large, even after the swelling went down, they left red marks.

Her skin was as smooth and white as jade, making these red marks particularly conspicuous.

Nathan Foster only unbuttoned the second button and stopped; any further would be too revealing.

Nathan Foster lightly stroked the red mark on her neck, making South Grant giggle and squirm away.

"Don’t move, it tickles..."

The mosquito bites still itched a lot, and since this place was sensitive, South Grant couldn’t stand his light touch.

Nathan Foster then got off the bed, his steps still unsteady, making South Grant unsure of where he was going.

She thought, Nathan Foster must have drunk a lot tonight, otherwise, he wouldn’t be swaying like this.

Soon Nathan Foster returned, and South Grant saw that he was holding an ointment in his hand. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"This is something I carry during missions, in the tropical forests there are some poisonous insects or mosquitoes, if bitten, applying this can reduce swelling and itching."

Upon hearing that the ointment could relieve itching, South Grant quickly reached out to take it.

But Nathan Foster didn’t give it to her; instead, he sat beside her, squeezed some ointment onto his fingertip, and gently applied it to every mosquito bite.

First the hands and arms, then the neck, traveling downwards along the neck.

The mosquitoes were particularly savage, biting through her T-shirt, leaving patches of red bumps on her skin.

His throat moved up and down a few times as he lowered his gaze, squeezing more ointment onto his fingers.

Then, he reached over and unbuttoned the third button.

With South Grant’s gasp, her shirt slipped to the side, and Nathan Foster said huskily:

"Don’t move."

Seeing the bloodshot in her eyes, South Grant really didn’t dare to move.

Such obvious desire, South Grant had seen it many times in her past life.

Nathan Foster’s fingers were very gentle, touching South Grant’s skin; who knows whether it was his fingers or the ointment, it felt cool and very comfortable.

South Grant closed her eyes, feeling Nathan Foster’s fingers gently massaging the mosquito bites, trying to rub the ointment in and let the skin absorb it.

This feeling was comfortable, not itchy at all, much better than scratching it herself.

As South Grant was enjoying Nathan Foster’s itch relief, she suddenly felt warmth on her neck.

Accompanied by a sucking sensation, wet and warm, a feeling both familiar and strange.

South Grant opened her eyes, only to see this shameless fellow leaning over her neck, lightly and tentatively kissing it.

He made her feel ticklish, like there were feathers lightly brushing the bottom of her heart, leaving her body weak.

This feeling of her body being out of her own control, South Grant did not like, so she suddenly reached out to push Nathan Foster.

"Why are you kissing me?"

"I’m just seeing whether the kisses I give look better, or the mosquito bites look better." Nathan Foster said, his eyes bleary from drunkenness.

South Grant: "..."

You’re such a ridiculous fool!