After her bath, Xia Yinian lay on the bed, engrossed in reading a book.
She had finally found a pasti that suited her: reading dical books.
Surprisingly, reading dical books was even more interesting to her than novels.
The knowledge others found dry and boring, she read with the keen interest one might have for a romance novel, effortlessly.
She didn’t realize how much ti had passed or that a figure had appeared in her room.
Gu Lingqian looked at the girl lying on the bed, his eyes full of adoring amusent.
Her languid pose was so endearing it made soone want to hold her in the palm of their hand and protect her with all their heart.
His body suddenly tensed, and blood rushed to a particularly embarrassing spot. Gu Lingqian’s breathing beca erratic, and he quickly turned to leave.
The loud noise finally caught Xia Yinian’s attention.
As she turned her head, she saw the tall man bump into the door with a loud thud.
"Ling Qian, what’s wrong?" Xia Yinian was startled and dropped her dical book, leaping off the bed to check on him.
Gu Lingqian was holding his forehead, not saying a word.
It wasn’t so much the pain but more the embarrassnt...
It was ridiculous that just the sight of her legs had thrown him into such disarray.
"What’s wrong? Did you hit yourself badly? Let see." Xia Yinian pulled at his shirt, bending down to check, and indeed saw a large bump on his forehead.
She knew from the sound that it wasn’t a light bump, but the result was worse than she had expected!
"Sit down, let rub so dicinal oil on it, the swelling will go down quickly."
She pushed him to sit down on a chair, went to the drawer to get a bottle of dicinal oil, and ca back to stand in front of him.
She poured so dicinal oil into the palm of her hand, pressed it onto the swollen bump on Gu Lingqian’s forehead, and started to gently rub it.
Gu Lingqian’s blood surged even more because of the scenery he had inadvertently seen.
He so desired to rip off that botherso nightdress she was wearing...
His hands were all sweaty, as were his face and forehead. The sweat-dampened large hand moved to her waist, slowly making its way up.
Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more, and he would touch the place he had dreamt of.
Gu Lingqian felt he was sowhat possessed, as if bewitched, utterly clueless about what was going on.
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