Feeling his fingers brush unintentionally against her skin, Luo Xiaoqian's body hair stood on end.
This guy, could he be thinking of...?!
"That... I really don't feel well right now..." she raised her hand to grab his palm, "Could we, Tomorrow?"
"Of course!" Leng Zimo glanced at her flushed cheek, and with a hook of his right hand, her shirt slid off her shoulders.
They had agreed on Tomorrow, so why was he still undressing her?
"You..."
Just as Luo Xiaoqian was about to erupt, his fingers had already touched her shoulder, cool against the skin with a hint of mint reaching her nose.
She turned her head in confusion, only to see him applying ointment to the spot on her shoulder where he had bitten her.
By the time Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses and wanted to apply it herself, Leng Zimo had already withdrawn his fingers, straightened her shirt, sat down in the chair beside her, wiped his fingers clean with a tissue, and started eating.
