30: Does It Hurt?

Does It Hurt?

Ning Qing blinked her long eyelashes and turned around. She looked towards the man embarrassedly, "I suddenly remembered that the watch wasn't in my dorm. I left it in the hospital when I visited my mom this morning. I shall return it to you either tomorrow or the day after when I'm free."1

Lu Shaoming heard and turned around. He looked at her for three seconds and replied with one word, "Okay."

Ning Qing let out a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw that he sat down on the one and only wooden long bench in the bedroom. He crossed his long legs and sat rather elegantly.

Ning Qing couldn't understand. As he agreed to come over and take it tomorrow, why was he sitting there?

Oh, maybe it was because his suit was wet.

That long bench was old. There was room for only one person and it was slightly cramped. The strange man's appearance was as though he was condescending to a simple man. It was a strange sight.

Ning Qing coughed as she felt awkward. She didn't have dinner at the Ning's family house. It was dinner time and she was very hungry.

She remembered that there was only a pack of instant noodles in her room and she wanted to cook it for dinner. But, as the man was there, she had to ask and offer out of courtesy.

"Have you eaten dinner? I'm going to cook some instant noodles, do you want some?"

Lu Shaoming looked at the one and only a small bed in the room. The bed looked tidy and clean, the blanket was folded like a tofu chunk, there was also a pink bear next to the blanket. It looked very cute.

He looked at the girl with an innocent heart. He knew that she was being courteous but didn't intend to ask him to stay for dinner.

He nodded and spatted another word, "Sure."

Ning Qing, "…" Shouldn't have asked.

There was an induction cooker in the room, Ning Qing flipped the switch and boiled water. After the water boiled, she opened the instant noodles packet and put the noodles in.

As she stirred with the chopstick, her right index finger touched the edge of the metal pot. "Psst" and she quickly ran her index finger under cold water.

Until the pain subsided, she recalled that there were still eggs in the room so she turned and went to grab them.

After taking two steps, "Pak" and the bright room suddenly turned dark. There's no electricity.

Ning Qing was caught off guard. She tripped on something and suddenly fell to the right.

"Ah…" As she screamed, a muscular arm suddenly grabbed her by her waist. He exerted his strength and she sat on his lap.

Ning Qing felt that her butt already cracked into two. His legs were pretty muscular and they were as hard as a rock. When she sat down, it wasn't much better than falling on the ground.

As she was blinded by the pain, a manly breath puffed by the side of her ear and the man asked in a deep voice, "Are you okay?"

Ning Qing didn't have physical contact with many men. There were many men who wanted to take petty advantage of her but not many that could get close to her. As for Xu Junxi who grew up with her, sadly they broke it off by their first date. After their engagement, the only close contact they had was when he kissed her forcefully with the model's scent still on him. It was a scent that she hated.

She was familiar with the scent. The other night when she was drunk, she tiptoed and kissed him. She even pushed him on the ground and rolled around on the bed with him.

He smelled good.

How could a woman be cool and composed with a man that she had close contact with before? Ning Qing knew she couldn't.

"Did you burn your finger? Let me see." He spoke again. He leaned in closer to her. Her body was originally small so when he got closer, she seemed like she was drowning in his embrace.

Her cheeks were burning. No one knew if he did it intentionally or by accident. His thin lips glided through her thin hair on her earlobe. The warm yet invasive manly scent suddenly conquered her entire nervous system and her heart was racing while her body was shivering.

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