"You're embarrassed?" Nian Junting didn't believe her at all. He gave her a scornful look and said, "Just now, you insisted on pushing me into this room, didn't you?"
The corner of Luo Sang's mouth twitched slightly, "I explained, it's because Steward Wu isn't feeling well."
"Do you think I'll believe you?" Nian Junting's tone and eyes were filled with disdain, "You've only been here for a few days, don't make it sound like you're close to Steward Wu."
Luo Sang was speechless, she had a complicated feeling.
"I'd better take it off for you," She didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she took a step forward, bent over, grabbed his pajama pants with one hand, and gently held his butt with the other.
Nian Junting's whole body was stiff. He turned his head and found that the woman on his shoulder had her forehead covered by her thick bangs, and her eyes were covered by her eyes. However, this was the first time he had seen her up close, and he found that her skin was quite tender. She might be too shy to do that, because her skin was slightly flushed, like a cherry.
Steward Wu told him that she was thirty years old.
But how could a thirty-year-old woman have such good skin?
He also sensed a faint fragrance from her body, which smelled like pear blossoms. It was simple and elegant, and didn't smell like the fragrance of a mature woman at all.
On his butt, Luo Sang's hand gently touched his skin, feeling boneless.
Suddenly, he quivered. He couldn't believe that he was distracted by a woman who was older than him.
No, he had to shift his attention.
"You should be married and have kids in your thirties, right?"
"No," Luo Sang didn't dare to look down at him. She held him up, pulled his pajama pants down, then quickly turned her face away.
Nian Junting glanced at her and said, "You don't have good taste, so it's normal that you can't get married."
"I'm used to it," she said. She didn't seem to be hurt at all.
Nian Junting didn't know what to say. He suddenly felt bored, so he said, "You can leave now. I'll call you when I'm done."
After Luo Sang left, she hurriedly went downstairs to clean the bedroom with a broom. Soon, Nian Junting called her from the bathroom.
She pushed the door open and walked in. He was still sitting on the toilet, but his important part was covered by his pajama pants.
She continued holding him up, pulled up his pants, then carried him to the wheelchair.
Nian Junting was still very unhappy about being carried in a princess, but he had no choice but to tolerate it.
After lying on the bed, he warned, "If Housekeeper Wu asks me tomorrow if I woke up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, tell him that I didn't. I don't want others to know that I was hugged by a woman."
"… Alright."
What a face-saving man.
"Give me another glass of water, I'm thirsty," the man ordered again.
"Mr. Nian, you've already drunk two glasses of water tonight. Because of that, you always have to get up at midnight to go to the bathroom. Drinking too much water will make your face swollen." Luosang sighed.
Nian Junting snorted coldly, gave her a sideways glance, and said, "You think I don't know? You just don't want to get up at night to serve me, do you? You want to slack off? In your dreams! Money isn't that easy to earn. If you can't stand it, you can leave."
"Of course not," Luosang responded helplessly. "I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't sleep well at night, it won't be good for your recovery."
"Do you think I want to drink water all the time? I've been like this since I was a kid. I feel uncomfortable when my mouth is slightly dry, and I have to keep my mouth moist to sleep. But I've never felt swollen. Maybe I'm just used to drinking water." Nian Junting frowned and looked impatient.
Luosang didn't know what to say.
What kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder is this?
"Can't you … quit?"
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