She silently helped Nian Junting to put on his pajama pants. Then she nicely asked him, "Don't you… feel a little uncomfortable… like this?"
A little uncomfortable? He felt extremely uncomfortable.
He raised his eyebrows and asked alertly, "What do you want? I don't need you."
Luosang didn't know how to respond.
Why on earth did he always feel that she was lusting after him?
"I mean… Do you need me to bring you the magazines you told me to throw away this afternoon?" She asked.
Nian Junting's cold face turned even colder as he responded, "What do you mean?"
"I think you have to find a way to channel it, as staying like this isn't a solution. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you." With a warm smile and tone, Luosang tried to let him know that she could understand him.
Nina Junting fixed his eyes on her. His face seemed to be covered in frost. A few seconds later, he let out two words in an exceptionally cold voice. "Piss off…"
