The relationship between them had become increasingly ambiguous and unclear, which made her feel silently panicked.
She didn't want to admit it and couldn't believe that Ling Ang really liked her. This special relationship was too confusing.
She quickly stood up from his arms, trying to escape, but being too anxious made her feet go a little wrong. Somehow she felt that the heel of the shoe was unstable, and there was pain in her ankle.
Ling Ang saw the change in her expression and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." She wanted to endure the pain and leave, but she felt a throbbing pain whenever she moved.
"Is your foot twisted?" Ling Ang looked at her foot, his tone urgent.
"No." She still wanted to show off.
"You can't even walk naturally anymore, and you still talk so hard."
Wang Aoshuang wanted to say something else, but Ling Ang suddenly picked her up.
Confusion immediately appeared on her face, and she asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"Your foot is injured, let me carry you up."
When Wang Aoshuang heard this, her face turned pale with fright. He just carried her in. It would be strange if the world inside was not in chaos.
He had just done such an outrageous thing to her, and now with a stronger catalyst, she would not be able to escape even if she jumped into the Pacific Ocean.
"No, let me go by myself." She begged anxiously.
Ling Ang glanced at her calmly, turned around and walked away.
"Where are you going?" She was anxious and confused.
"Don't you want to go in by yourself?"
"But the KTV is up there, why did you go down?"
Ling Ang didn't say anything. He hugged her and walked straight down the hall, crossing the hotel lobby. The whole way was full of surprised and envious eyes.
Arriving at the VIP parking space in front of the hotel, Ling Ang put Wang Aoshuang into the back row and looked around the hotel.
"Wait for me." He left a few words and walked away.
Ten minutes later, Ling Ang came back. He sat next to her and reached out to hold up her feet.
Wang Aoshuang said in panic: "What's wrong with you?"
"I'll give you some medicine for your injury." He said calmly and picked up her injured foot without saying a word.
"I'll do it myself!" She hurriedly stopped him.
But he ignored her, put her feet on his thighs, and poured the medicinal oil on his hands.
Feeling the warmth from his thighs slowly spreading to her feet through the trousers, she suddenly felt her face getting a little hot.
He gently rubbed the injured ankle with the soft part of his fingertips. Although his expression was very calm, he was very serious.
The broken hair on his forehead was slightly covered, softening the sharp edge between his eyebrows, showing a faint gentleness of a gentleman.
This kind of tenderness is very quiet, silent and silent, so quiet that people are deeply immersed in it unconsciously.
Wang Aoshuang stared blankly at everything in front of her, her emotions were complicated and indescribable. She was moved, surprised, panicked... But, she was more uneasy.
She is his cousin, and there should be a proper distance between the two of them, but he does one thing after another that goes beyond the relationship, which makes her unable to face it.
She turned her face away, not daring to touch his expression. Such a man was too depressing.
"Is this intensity appropriate?" he asked softly.
"Suitable...appropriate..." She answered unnaturally, not knowing which direction to look.
His hands spirally massaged her feet, "Do you hate me always appearing in front of you?"
Wang Aoshuang was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to return to this question.
She doesn't hate him appearing in front of her, but she is afraid of him appearing in front of her. Because the relationship between them is too special.