"What are you doing in my room?" Jiang Man's tone involuntarily rose.
Lu Xingzhou silently glared at the person in his arms and shook his head.
This girl would turn into a prickly hedgehog every now and then, really not endearing herself to anyone.
He didn't speak, his expression somber.
He held the person in his arms and tossed her onto the soft chaise longue.
"Don't move, I'm going to get a band-aid."
His voice was commanding, even without anger.
Jiang Man furrowed her brows and sat up on her own.
She glanced around and noticed the room was very tidy.
All the furniture was in a retro style.
Lu Xingzhou walked over to a low cabinet, opened one of the drawers, and took out a first-aid kit.
He grabbed a small box of band-aids, and threw it towards the chaise longue.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said indifferently.
When he had been holding Jiang Man, he had sweated profusely.
He was a clean freak, couldn't stand sweat on his body, and even less so, the smell of it.
