Jia stared at his hand under the dim candle light and then at his twinkling gaze which was a hundred percent not suspicious at all.
Mingshen smiled amusingly. "Are you feeling shy? Don't worry, Spicy. I only hold pure thoughts in my mind. Even if you are in your bathrobe with your skin still moist with the water droplets and your wet hair dazzling so seductively in their own way, my heart only aches to see your knee. You are a tempting sight to behold, but I am very professional~"
She scowled. "Yeah sure."
Mingshen could see her calculating her options.
"Cops. Always stubborn and a pain in the ass patients."
Her brow twitched, triggered. She placed her hand in his. "I do understand my limits."
Mingshen stood beside her and asked, "How much does it hurt now?"
At this point, Jia was balancing herself completely on her left foot, which was an indication to Mingshen.
