Chapter 7: Staying Firmly With Her (1/2)

Leng Yihuang did not feel embarra.s.sed for his petty action was found, gave an unperturbed smile, showing his teeth, and said, “Thank you.”

Lin Xiaomi was shocked by the smile. To tell the truth, she had never seen a man with such a bright smile.

He was indeed like a handsome demon!

Thinking so in her heart, Lin Xiaomi raised her hand and felt her nose, for fear that she would have a nosebleed for seeing the handsome man.

Finally, Lin Xiaomi supported Leng Yihuang to the sickbed. Before she could take a breath, he asked, “You must be tired. I’m heavy.”

Lin Xiaomi waved her hands politely, and replied, “Nope.”

“Are you sure? Then please fetch a basin of water to rub me down. It’s so hot.”

Lin Xiaomi, “…” She was just out of politeness to say so, but he really took her as a nursing a.s.sistant!

Leng Yihuang cast a glance at her, with a sigh that was neither too heavy nor too light, “Well, I have said you are not suit...”

Before the word “suitable” was spoken, Lin Xiaomi had already rushed into the toilet to fetch water.

To rub him down!

Lin Xiaomi felt like being about to have a nosebleed this time.

They had only known each other for less than 48 hours, but now, she was about to scrub at the man’s body.

Forget it. Lin Xiaomi comforted herself in the heart. Take him as a piece of pork instead a man.

Just regard it as washing the pigskin.

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Leng Yihuang did not know what Lin Xiaomi think, or he would kick her out of the window. Who was the pork?!

It was inevitable for Lin Xiaomi to see the man’s figure, which was in perfect proportion and attractive. Eight pieces of abdominal muscles were just under the robust chest, and the messy sc.r.a.pes on his body made him more masculine.

Lin Xiaomi gave his body a rough rubdown, then she rushed out of the room before she could pour the water.

She went to the window, letting the wind mess her hair. The temperature on her face was so high that she was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

At this point, her mobile phone rang. She saw that it was from Wen Jing and answered.