"Sissi?" Hearing Luo Xiaoqian's voice, Locke hurriedly put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and walked towards her, "What's wrong?"
Seeing the way she was holding her fingers, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. He immediately saw the scar on her finger, a half-centimeter long wound, and blood was leaking out at the moment. The red blood and the jade-white fingers
, the contrast is sharp.
Locke frowned and immediately took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around her palm.
"Quick, get the first aid kit."
When the men standing on the dock not far away heard the sound, they immediately turned around and ran towards the villa.
"I'll do it myself!"
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to take her fingers out of Locke's hand, but he held her tightly, and she and Ben couldn't pull them out.
"I said, you don't have to be polite to me." Locke raised his face from her fingers and looked at her gently, "I like to take care of you."
His life was more about plundering and conquering, but this time, he seemed to really like this feeling.
Looking at the vague flames floating in his dark green eyes, Luo Xiaoqian just lowered her face and looked at her fingers.
She didn't know what Locke had done, but honestly speaking, this man was pretty good to her, but she didn't feel that kind of heartbeat towards him at all.
His men quickly took out the first aid kit. Locke pinched the cotton wool and carefully wiped her wound. He then took out a band-aid and carefully wrapped it around her finger. He helped her sit down on the couch. Locke picked up her fish.
Hook, help her thread the bait, and then hand it over to her.
"Then... we can start!"
The men on the side looked dumbfounded.
In his impression, Locke had always been a master who was taken care of by others. He had never taken care of others like this.
Luo Xiaoqian thanked her and raised her hand to throw the fish hook out. As a result, the fish hook was thrown out and directly hooked on Locke's body. She tugged on the fishing rod in surprise and turned around when she felt something was wrong.
Locke, who was standing on his side, was stunned by her lifted shirt, and then burst into laughter.
Locke looked at her bright smiling face and laughed too.
"Are you trying to bait me?"
"No, no, I'm really sorry. I... didn't mean it."
Luo Xiaoqian stood up hurriedly and wanted to take the fish hook off his shirt.
She stood right in front of him, her porcelain face almost transparent in the sun, her lips without any lipstick as pale as cherry blossoms, and there was still a smile on her lips.
Locke looked at Luo Xiaoqian who was standing in front of him, but he couldn't hold back. He raised his hand to hold her face, and he bent down and kissed her lips.
Luo Xiaoqian had already pinched the fish hook and was about to take it off from his body. When she felt his approach, she turned her face away from his kiss and palm.
When the kiss failed, Locke saw that she was about to leave, and he stretched out his arms to pull her into his arms, and then kissed her domineeringly.
Luo Xiaoqian looked at his enlarged face before her eyes, suddenly raised her hand and pushed him away.
Locke was caught off guard. He tilted his body and took two steps back uncontrollably. He tripped over the toolbox and fell heavily to the ground.
There was a fishhook hanging on his body, which pulled the fishing rod, and when it fell to the ground, it made a sharp sound.
The bodyguard standing not far away was also laughing. Seeing this development, he took a few steps back, lowered his face, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose.
