A man would gain a huge amount of satisfaction if a pretty girl showered him with sincere praises.
Xia Bohe was an extremely gorgeous girl, not to mention the fact that she had activated the skill that would elicit his desire to be protective of her.
Luo Tianlin squinted his dark eyes and looked at her carefully. His sharp edges seemed to have softened momentarily.
He did not utter a single word.
Being her usual witty self, Xia Bohe did not say or do anything further. She let the atmosphere remain as it was so that he could bask in the afterglow of it.
She turned around and continued to wash her clothes.
She washed her pink underwear along with the hospital gown.
After squeezing the clothes dry, she held up the thin-strapped underwear and turned around to look for a drying rack, and noticed that a red flush had formed on Luo Tianlin's stern face.
Xia Bohe found it funny.
