Without waiting for his disciple's reaction, Luo Jia noticed a cream stain on his gray shirt.
Luo Jia's face suddenly turned red as she glanced at the fallen cake and paper plate from the corner of her eye.
"I'm sorry..." she apologized, and she hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his shirt, and took a tissue from the table to help him wipe it, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll wipe it for you.
clean……"
On his chest, her fingers had already pierced into the hem of his clothes, brushing against his skin carelessly, feeling slightly cool but smooth.
Along with it, there was the faint fragrance of the girl's hair. Zitu lowered his face and just saw her chest - from his angle, he could just see her chest. With her movements,
A gently swaying white half-arc.
Feeling strangely anxious in his heart, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled Luo Jia's hand away.
"No."
Luo Jia was completely unprepared. As soon as her body swayed, she took a step back. When her high heels tilted, she fell backwards.
"ah!"
She screamed softly.
Seeing this, the disciple quickly took a step forward and grabbed her arm. Luo Jia's body fell into his arms again, and her chest hit his chest.
"Yes... I'm sorry!" She apologized and stood up straight. Seeing her standing up straight, Zitu immediately let go of her arm and turned to leave. Luo Jia hurriedly held his arm, "Sir... I
Shall I pay you some compensation?"
"What's wrong?"
Zi Tong held the drink she chose and turned to look at her disciple.
"That's it, I..." Luo Jia's face turned red, "I accidentally soiled this gentleman's shirt, so I want to pay him compensation."
"No need." Zitu's tone was firm.
Luo Jia just thought he was angry, but her face was awkward, and she hurriedly bent down to apologize to him, "I'm so sorry, sir, I really didn't mean it, I..."
Snapped!
The mask on her face had been knocked loose. When she raised her face, the mask slipped off, revealing her delicate face.
Luojia!
Zi Tong looked at the girl in front of her, stunned for a moment, and then raised her lips slightly.
"If you pay, you don't need it. You can go and clean it for him. The cream won't be able to be washed off if it stays for a long time."
"Okay." Luo Jia glanced at her gratefully, then her eyes fell on her disciple again, "Can you please go to the bathroom with me?"
"No need." Zitu rejected her immediately.
"Listen to her." Zi Tong leaned close to his ear and spoke softly, "This is an order!"
The disciple had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the bathroom. Luo Jia hurriedly caught up with him.
He walked so fast that she couldn't catch up, so she had to trot, her feet swaying, and she almost fell, and someone bumped into his back again.
The disciple glanced at Zi Tong standing by the long table, worried about her, and immediately reached out, hugged Luo Jia's waist, and took her to the bathroom with a hug and a mop.
Feeling the man's strong arms hugging her, Luo Jia's breath tightened and her face immediately turned red.
This is the first time that she has been so intimate with someone other than her brother and Weiyang.
As soon as he entered the bathroom, Zitu immediately let go of her and frowned slightly when he saw her staying still.
"can we start?"
"Oh, right away..."
Luo Jia came back to her senses and hurriedly dipped a towel in water, then put her fingers on the skirt of Zitu's clothes to help him wipe it carefully.
After wiping it several times, the grease stains from the cream soaked deeply into the fabric and could not be wiped off.