"Help me? How can you help?" Ning Qing's tender autumn colored eyes blinked as she asked seriously.
Lu Shaoming saw that she was as innocent as a blank piece of paper, and his Adam's apple bobbed again. He bent over and bit her ear. "I'll go in and help you test…that membrane."
Ning Qing's small face burned, it was redder than when she had a high fever. "You..."
Only a fool couldn't understand what he was saying.
Ning Qing lifted her little pink fist and punched him heavily in the chest. She turned around and lay on the bed with pouty pink lips. Hmph, she's going to ignore him!
Knowing that she was shy, Lu Shaoming grasped her small shoulder and forced her to face him. He coaxed softly, "Oh, my dear, I will not hurt you. I'll be gentle. I'll test it with my finger, and you will know the answer after that."
He slid his big palm down as he spoke to her.
