C411 Working Man

Qian Duojing finally recovered from her cramps. She lay down on the bed and let out a long breath. "At that time, I was twenty years old. Now, I'm thirty. I can't compare. I still have to respect my elders."

"You're already old? Dr. Qian?" Xue Zhengqing climbed onto the bed and propped up his arms to look at her. He touched her face with his free hand.

At that time