"It seems that you are very satisfied with my performance just now." Murong Xitian watched her face getting redder and redder, and finally even her ears and neck were red, and she laughed deliberately.
She was embarrassed by his smile and just wanted to find a place to hide.
But when she moved——
"Ah——!" She yelled, covering her ankles, and fell into Murong Xitian's arms.
Is this Xia Ziluoxin's trick? How should he deal with it?
Are you concerned, or should you continue the same pattern?
Go ahead, maybe it's safer.
Murong Xitian took advantage of the situation and hugged Xia Ziluo into his arms, and his hands began to move around irregularly.
Xia Ziluo felt that his ankle was in terrible pain and his body was numb and uncomfortable.
"Get up, I'm in so much pain from you!" Xia Ziluo gasped lightly, but his voice was soft and charming.
"What if I say no?" Murong Xitian was even more convinced that Xia Ziluo was playing tricks again. Instead of getting up, he lowered his head and tried to seduce him to the end.
If you keep playing, you'll be dead!
Xia Ziluo eagerly wanted to push him away and press his body: "Get up quickly, stop playing, I'm in terrible pain."
It seemed that her voice was really anxious and didn't sound like she was faking it.
"I didn't do anything. Besides, why are you in pain? You're not virgin..." Murong Xitian turned over and stopped abruptly in the middle of his retort.
I saw that she had shrunk into a ball in pain, holding her left foot tightly with a pair of small hands, cold sweat sliding down her forehead.
It seemed that she was suffering from foot pain, rather than talking about such lewd things.
"What's wrong?" Murong Xitian asked uncomfortably, not mentioning at all what he had just wrongly accused her of.
Xia Ziluo's face was pale and his voice was trembling: "It seems that when I fell down just now, I accidentally twisted my foot."
Twisted foot?
Murong Xitian's eyes moved down and landed on the left foot that was covered in her hand.
"Let me take a look." Murong Xitian was a little nervous subconsciously and hurriedly pushed her hand away and put her left foot on his lap.
Then he gently took off her embroidered shoes and footwear, and saw that her small and exquisite ankles had become red and swollen.
The swelling is so big, it must be very painful.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Murong Xitian asked with a trace of heartfelt concern.
Xia Ziluo felt like a sliced lemon and rubbed his nose: "I just found out..."
"Idiot." Murong Xitian's voice seemed to sound less cold.
She blinked, a little silly.
She should be angry when he called her an idiot, but why did she feel a little sweet when she heard him say that today.
It seems that his tone is neither cold nor mocking, but a little doting?
When Murong Xitian saw her looking at him blankly, he thought she was being stupid: "Let's go back to the room."
"Ah?" Xia Ziluo came back to her senses and saw that Murong Xitian had put on her footwear and shoes, and she had already stood up.
It turned out to be just her illusion, he was still a big cold iceberg.
Xia Ziluo's heart was filled with lemon juice, feeling clogged and uncomfortable.
When she tried to sit up, she subconsciously frowned slightly. She couldn't use her left foot, and it seemed a little difficult to do so.
How about kneeling on the ground first and then getting up?
When Xia Ziluo hesitated and wanted to change his posture, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
This is--
Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, and happened to bump into Murong Xitian's deep black pupils.
His eyes seemed to be very different from usual, there was a little bit of warmth in his gaze.
