Chapter 27 - Why Didn’t You Tell Me Earlier that You Got Injured so Badly? (1/2)

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

Luosang blinked in confusion and asked, “Isn’t that what you want? This seat is very expensive, so I thought you gave me the coat so that I don’t soil it.”

Nian Junting sighed speechlessly while staring at the knitted s.h.i.+rt resting against her skin. The coat was for her to wear.

He decided not to explain, as he a.s.sumed that no man had ever offered her a coat in her life.

However, he discovered that Luosang was actually busty. Normally, she only wore loose-fitting clothes, so he had never noticed her body shape.

He had no time to think about that though. After the doors were closed, the car was filled with the foul smell of urine. Nian Junting knitted his brows and hurriedly told the chauffeur to open the window.

“Should I… just get out of the car?” Luosang felt a little uncomfortable sitting in the car, especially after she was told that the coat under her b.u.t.t was worth tens of thousands. ‘He won’t let me pay for this coat, will he?’ She wondered.

“Shut up,” Nian Junting responded to her coldly, then said to the chauffeur, “Drive faster.”

About forty minutes later, they arrived at the villa. Luosang pulled the coat off of the seat and ran into the villa to take a shower.

Looking at her back, Nian Junting finally let out the breath he had been trying to hold in the whole time, then coldly said to the chauffeur, “Wash the car inside and out. Throw away the seat cus.h.i.+ons and the floor mats.”

“Will do,” the chauffeur responded.

…

Luosang took a shower as quickly as she could, but still spent fifty minutes in the bathroom. She scrubbed her skin red, yet she still felt disgusting.

However, she didn’t dare take longer, as she still had to cook Nian Junting’s lunch.

After coming out of the bathroom, she found that Nian Junting seemed to have taken a shower as well because his hair was half-dried, and he was wearing clean pajamas.

Hearing Luosang’s footsteps, Nian Junting turned back to look at her. His pupils shrank when he saw her, but he failed to notice it.

Luosang had changed into a maroon sweater, and her wet hair hung freely over her shoulders. Her skin was white and tender; it reminded Nian Junting of the steam bread just out of the steamer.