Chapter 3 - I Don’t Want the Others to Know That I Was Carried in a Woman’s Arms (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You can be shy?” Nian Junting didn’t believe Luosang, so he scoffed, “You insisted on pus.h.i.+ng me in for this exact purpose, didn’t you?”

Luosang’s mouth corners twitched slightly as she responded, “I have explained that it’s because Steward Wu isn’t feeling well.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” asked Nian Junting, both his tone and eyes revealing his scorn. “You have only been here for a few days; don’t make it sound like you’re close with Steward Wu.”

Luosang didn’t know what to say. She felt that she had no way to explain herself to this man.

“I’ll just take off your pants for you.” Tired of explaining, she took a step forward, bent over, dragged down his pajama pants with one hand, and gently supported his hip with the other.

Nian Junting felt so awkward, he tightened his entire body. He turned his head, saw Luosang’s forehead next to his shoulder, covered by her thick bangs. He couldn’t see her eyes as they were covered by her hair too. It was his first time looking at her so closely, and he found her facial skin rather delicate. Maybe because she really felt shy, her cheeks were slightly red like cherry.

He heard from Steward Wu that she was already thirty years old.

‘But, can a thirty-year-old woman’s skin be in such a good condition?’ He wondered.

He had also sensed a faint scent from her body. It was somewhat similar to the aroma of pear blossom, light and refres.h.i.+ng, completely unlike a fragrance that a mature woman should have.

He felt that her hand, which was gently supporting his hip, was so soft, it was as if no bones existed in it.

He s.h.i.+vered suddenly, realizing that he was actually distracted by a woman older than himself.

‘No, I’ve got to divert my attention,’ he thought.

“You’re thirty years old, so I suppose you are married and a mom already, right?”

“No.” Luosang didn’t dare to lower her head to look at his body, so after holding him up, she pulled off his pants and swiftly turned her head away.

Nian Junting’s eyes landed on her, then he said, “You have bad taste in fas.h.i.+on, so it’s normal for you to be left on the shelf.”

“I’m used to this.” Her face showed no sign of being hurt by his words.