Chapter 27
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Luo Sang blinked in confusion and said, "Isn't that so? This seat cushion is expensive. I thought you didn't want me to dirty it."
Nian Junting looked at the knitted sweater that clung to her curves, then sighed helplessly. He was putting it on her.
Forget it, I guess I've never been put on by a man in my life.
He didn't expect her breasts to be so busty. He couldn't even tell if she was wearing a loose sweater.
Before he could think further, an unpleasant smell of urine filled the car after the door was closed. He hurriedly frowned and told the driver to lower the window.
"How about … I get out?" Luo Sang felt a little uneasy, especially when she realized that the sweater under her butt cost tens of thousands of yuan. He wouldn't ask her to pay for it, would he?
"Shut up," Nian Junting scolded her coldly, then said to the driver, "Hurry up and drive."
About forty minutes later, they arrived at the villa. Luo Sang took off her coat and ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
Looking at her back, Nian Junting finally let out the breath he had been holding for a while, then ordered coldly, "Wash the car from inside to outside. Throw away the seat cushions and footmats."
"Alright," he said.
…
Luo Sang spent fifty minutes in the bathroom. Her skin was flushed, but she still felt disgusted.
However, she didn't dare to waste any more time as she was going to cook for Nian Junting.
After she came out of the bathroom, Nian Junting seemed to have taken a shower as well. His hair was half-dry, and he was wearing clean pajamas. Hearing her footsteps, he turned around, then his pupils shrank without even noticing it.
After the shower, Luo Sang had changed into a maroon sweater. Her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her skin was white and tender, reminding Nian Junting of freshly cooked steamed buns.
She suddenly felt a little hungry. Perhaps it was lunchtime.
"Doctor Han, you're here too," Luo Sang found another person sitting on the sofa, so she hurriedly said, "Let me get you some tea."
"No need, I'm here to treat your injury," Doctor Han raised a hand to stop her.
Luo Sang looked at Nian Junting confusedly. Doctor Han wouldn't show up all of a sudden, so he probably asked him to come. But would he be so kind?
"Do I want you to come to me for compensation when you get seriously injured?" Nian Junting felt a little uncomfortable under her stare, so he said with a cold face, "Doctor Han, look at his shoulder. I saw the bucket fall on his shoulder earlier," Nian Junting said.
Once again, Luo Sang was surprised. She didn't expect him to notice such a messy situation.
"Ms. Luo, can you please tell me where the wound is on your shoulder? Can you pull it down for me to have a look?" Doctor Han asked gently and politely.
Luo Sang hesitated for a moment, then gently pulled the sweater off her right shoulder.
Doctor Han frowned. Not only was there a large bruise on her fair skin, but there were also many dark red fingernail marks left by her nails in many places.
Nian Junting saw it as well, and the anger on his face showed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you're so badly injured?"
"They're all superficial wounds," said Luo Sang carelessly.
Nian Junting choked and didn't know what to say. If it were any other woman, she would have started crying and whining.
Was it because older women all lived like men?
"Han Ming, put some ointment on her wound, but don't leave a scar," said Nian Junting again. "She's not married yet, and it's already hard for her to get married. If she leaves a scar, it might be even harder for her to get married. It'll be troublesome if I have to take responsibility for her."
Hearing the first part of his sentence, Luo Sang felt warm, but the second part …
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