Lin Zhenghui's request was indeed a bit too much.
Nangong Yuan'er glared fiercely at this little rascal, who'd sneaked into her room for two consecutive nights.
And now he even wanted to see her bare White Tiger, which was truly crossing the line.
"Yuan'er, just a quick look, okay? Look at the state I'm in, I can't even do anything with you," Lin Zhenghui said, pointing to his bandaged arm.
"..." Nangong Yuan'er didn't respond to him.
Instead, from her half-kneeling posture, she shifted to a full squat, her long, snow-white legs slightly spread apart...
Nangong Yuan'er didn't dare meet his eyes, pretending as if she hadn't seen anything, as if she knew nothing.
She was carefully bathing Lin Zhenghui's "brother," her actions gentle, tinged with a hint of clumsiness.
However, Lin Zhenghui's "brother" kept trembling as if in protest.
Because this time, Lin Zhenghui got a clear view of the White Tiger in the ravine.
