After some hectic movements, she quickly cried out, "Thank you, thank you, I can handle the rest myself."
She reached out to push him away, and during the shoving, she accidentally pulled on the belt that fell on his back, gently tugging it, and the belt slid off his eyes.
Lu Jinyang instinctively turned his head...
"Huh? What is this..."
Zhuang Shuqing looked at the belt in her hand, then at Lu Jinyang, feeling utterly upset.
Angry and embarrassed, she exclaimed, "Pervert! How could you pull off the belt!"
Lu Jinyang’s gaze did not shift away from her, seeing her misunderstanding, he simply leaned against the door, "I didn’t lay a hand on it."
She looked at the belt in her hands, speechless, vaguely recalling that she had pushed him... She took a deep breath, sidestepped behind the door, "Please leave, I can manage on my own."
After closing the door, Lu Jinyang walked into the living room, recalling the scene he had just witnessed, suddenly feeling his mouth dry and tongue parched. Her skin was very nice, there was not an ounce of excess fat around her waist, her abdomen indeed had the abs lines she mentioned.
Lu Jinyang’s eyes darkened, annoyed, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, took out ice water from the fridge, and drank it all in one gulp, only then feeling a bit cooler.
He slightly underestimated this woman’s attraction to him.
Thinking of this, Lu Jinyang couldn’t help doubting whether he really was as they said, too pent-up and unbearable.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Shuqing walked out in her pajamas, her wet hair hanging down on her clothes dampening them, seeing the man resting with closed eyes on the sofa, she paused, "Mr. Lu?"
At her words, the man’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
"It’s so late, you should go back, I’m done here."
His gaze swept over her body and stopped on her still dripping wet hair, "Dry your hair."
Zhuang Shuqing was in the room drying her hair, a large hand took over the hair dryer from her, her hand suddenly jerked back.
"If your hand is not convenient, don’t overdo it."
After a while, the sound of the hairdryer stopped, and Lu Jinyang’s voice came from above her head, "Alright, go to sleep early."
With that, he turned over and laid down.
Seeing Zhuang Shuqing stunned and motionless, he opened his somewhat weary eyes, "Not sleepy?"
It wasn’t that she wasn’t sleepy, with such a person lying on her own bed, where could she sleep? ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Yet she heard him speak again, "Sleep, I won’t do anything to you. I’ll take you to the hospital early tomorrow and then I’ll leave."
Hearing this, Zhuang Shuqing finally relaxed, she still lay towards the edge of the bed, unwilling to sleep next to him.
Perhaps really tired, in a little while, the breathing of Lu Jinyang became steady, and Zhuang Shuqing then peaceably closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning
When the two arrived at the hospital, it was already teeming with people.
She looked at Lu Jinyang with his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and tugged at his sleeve, "I can go in by myself, you can attend to your matters."
Lu Jinyang’s already displeased face turned even sourer, he took out his phone to make a call, "Come to the hospital lobby."
Before long, a man ran over, panting and standing in front of them, "I say Mr. Lu, you never step foot here, did the sun rise from the west today?"