"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu..."
Zhang Xiaoshan stuttered a bit as he spoke.
"I, I can’t swim, let’s just forget it, alright? It’s already late, we should focus on treating the illness, right?"
Chu Ying walked out of the pool via the stairs, standing on a platform more than three meters away from Zhang Xiaoshan.
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Zhang Xiaoshan’s nosebleed almost sprayed out.
Isn’t this body just too hot?
When she was in the pool earlier, at least the water was obstructing the view, and he could only vaguely see her, but now it was a completely unobstructed view.
Chu Ying wasn’t very tall, probably around 165 centimeters, but her body proportions were really good, with two incredibly straight and long legs, that tiny waist impossibly small, wearing a white bra which was actually quite large, but what it was holding was even larger, so not only did it fail to cover everything, it emphasized it even more.
This body was just right—one bit more would be too voluptuous, one bit less would be too skinny.
Her delicate skin, still sprinkled with droplets of water, gave off an extremely tempting allure.
Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, swallowing hard.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle."
A curve lifted at the corners of Chu Ying’s mouth.
She still took to heart the fact that Zhang Xiaoshan had refused to dance with her at the party.
Even though Zhang Xiaoshan had said she was ill and couldn’t dance, she still felt somewhat dissatisfied.
Was it possible that she wasn’t alluring enough to move Zhang Xiaoshan?
Had she lost her charm?
That’s why she staged this scene, to test Zhang Xiaoshan’s reaction and to prove her appeal.
It seemed she had achieved her goal.
Zhang Xiaoshan was indeed very moved by her.
"Little brother Zhang, why do I feel a little dizzy? Did I catch a cold from swimming just now?"
Chu Ying, with her snowy white feet, walked over to Zhang Xiaoshan, resting one hand on her forehead as she leaned into his embrace.
Zhang Xiaoshan hastily lent a hand to support her.
The bouncy feel of her body sent a shock through him, leaving him numb.
By now, he was almost certain that Chu Ying asking him to come here in the middle of the night wasn’t entirely for treatment—most likely, it was also to seduce him.
Though Chu Ying was very alluring, he wasn’t just some duckling.
If he really fell into Chu Ying’s hands, what would that make him?
"Mr. Chu, if you’re feeling cold, you should wear more clothes."
Zhang Xiaoshan grabbed a bathrobe from nearby and draped it over Chu Ying, covering the skin that she had exposed.
"Little brother Zhang, you’re really gentle, no wonder you have so many women who like you."
"But your embrace must be warmer than this bathrobe, right? Can’t you give your sister a hug?"
Chu Ying’s gaze towards Zhang Xiaoshan was incredibly seductive.
Who would have thought the famously tough ’Iron Lady’ could show such a girlish side privately?
Zhang Xiaoshan was struggling to hold back.
"Mr. Chu, if you’re not feeling well, you should rest early. I’ll come back in the morning to check on you."
As he said this, Zhang Xiaoshan turned to leave.
Chu Ying became anxious seeing this and hastily grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan’s arm.
Zhang Xiaoshan turned back to speak, but in that first instant, Chu Ying’s hands wrapped around his neck.
"Little brother Zhang, why the rush to leave? Are you afraid your Sister Chu will eat you up?"
"Or is it that your sister isn’t attractive enough to keep you?"
Chu Ying looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with a smile full of charm and a tinge of sadness, absolutely soul-entangling.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart raced.
’A woman at thirty is like a wolf, at forty a tiger,’ they say, and it’s not wrong at all.
So should he push her away?