Lu Tong pondered as he looked at him.
Jin Xianrong clutched the hem of his garment, his back drenched with sweat from nervousness.
It wasn't that he had reformed and changed his ways, but rather that every time this girl sized someone up, her gaze was unnervingly steeped in scrutiny.
Whether Jin Xianrong's perception was off or not, every time Lu Tong glanced at his waist, that cold, piercing, judgmental scrutiny always made him feel as though he was being viewed as a piece of dead pork, with her contemplating how to carve it up.
The self-esteem that Jin Xianrong had always prided himself on in the presence of women crumbled to dust before her.
He dared not let Lu Tong apply medicine to him personally, and didn't even dare to loosen his belt for Lu Tong to take a look, fearing that those chilly eyes would settle on his waist. He was concerned that even if his physical ailment were cured, a psychological one might take its place.
The loss would outweigh the gain.
