Chapter 34 (2/2)

Shui Miaomiao frowned.

Shen Mochen’s apartment was on the 19th floor. Luckily there was an elevator.

He opened the door, switched on the light, changed into indoor slippers, and took a pair of brand new male slippers from the shoe rack. He dropped them on the floor and said, “I don’t have women’s slippers. You can wear mine.”

“Oh, thank you,” Shui Miaomiao replied doubtfully.

Shen Mochen did not seem like a man who didn’t have any women.

She changed her shoes and looked around his place.

There was a huge television, an enormous leather couch, a solid wood coffee table in front of the couch, a wine rack beside the TV, and a book rack. This place looked way simpler and more spacious than his other residence at Bo’ai Road.

The similarity between his two residences was that they were both sparkling clean and tidy.

Shen Mochen came out of a room holding a storage box.

He gestured at the couch. “Sit,” he said to Shui Miaomiao, or rather, ordered. But more precisely, he would not take no for an answer.

Shui Miaomiao sat on the couch.

He sat beside her, lifted her right leg, and put her sprained ankle on his lap.

Shui Miaomiao was wearing a skirt. She was worried that she might be flashing her panties, so she tried to move her leg down.

Shen Mochen held her ankle tight and glanced in the direction of her skirt. He then looked away, indifferently, and asked, “You are wearing white panties?”

Shui Miaomiao scowled, she felt ill at ease. A blush crept up her cheeks as she blurted, “Jackass!”

Shen Mochen glared at her intractably. His face darkened a little, “You were moving a lot, I didn’t even try to look at it, I thought you were showing it on purpose.”

The fire scorched Shui Miaomiao cheeks, she lowered her head, frowned and muttered, “I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Then stop moving, I’m not a saint,” Shen Mochen warned her.

Shui Miaomiao looked away and squeezed her legs together subconsciously but did not dare to move anymore.

Shui Mochen opened the bottle of ointment, poured some on his palm, and smeared it all over his hand. He then held her ankle and started to rub the lotion against it gently.

Shui Miaomiao could only feel the heat that was building up in her ankle. It was warm and felt less painful.