Luo Jiaojiao stood alone at the door quietly, her eyes confused and her thoughts in disarray.
The words kept echoing in her mind, and she thought to herself: Could Leng Mohan be that special person? This thought made her smile bitterly, because even she herself felt it was a little ridiculous.
She recalled the moment when she felt extremely safe. It was not because Leng Mohan stopped her running figure, nor because he rudely protected her behind him, but because the moment Zhou Lin uttered the harsh words, he fiercely stepped back with his foot.
At that moment, she truly felt the rock-solid reliability of this man, and an indescribable warmth surged from the bottom of her heart, as warm and lasting as the spring sunshine.
People are sometimes really strange animals, and so is she. She clearly replayed the scene of Leng Mohan beating someone up today in her mind. At that moment, he looked as cold as a lone wolf, as if he wanted to pour out all his dissatisfaction and anger.
In the past, she would have considered such behavior rude and low-class without hesitation.
However, at that moment, her feelings were completely different. She saw the strong masculine charm emanating from Leng Mohan, and her determination, determination, and fearlessness deeply attracted her.
Her appreciation and admiration for him surged into her heart like a tide, irresistible. This was her, a real and complex her, full of deep curiosity and yearning for Leng Mohan.
Luo Jiaojiao fell into deep thought alone, and time passed quickly without her realizing it.
Leng Mohan sat quietly on the stool, looking at her with complicated eyes. He seemed to be experiencing a storm in his heart, but he chose to remain silent and did not respond to her questions. The atmosphere between the two gradually became subtle, as if there was an invisible force surging between them.
Leng Mohan suddenly stood up and walked towards Luo Jiaojiao with firm steps.
His approach made Luo Jiaojiao's heart beat faster. She mistakenly thought that he was here to check on her laundry, so she hurried back to the bathroom, hoping to wash the clothes as soon as possible and help share some of the housework.
Before Luo Jiaojiao came out of the bathroom, Leng Mohan had already taken off his shirt in a flash.
His comrades' advice echoed in his mind: "Women's hearts also yearn for a strong physique. A man's strength and tenacity can often arouse their deep admiration..." These words echoed in his thoughts, causing a confident smile to unconsciously appear on the corners of his mouth.
Leng Mohan walked up to Luo Jiaojiao, his upper body exposed. On his strong chest were some small beads of sweat that were about to fall, as if telling of his strength and vitality.
The bronze skin stained with sweat still exudes a charming luster, attracting attention like a work of art. The seductive mermaid line is submerged in the pants, looming, like a hidden treasure that makes people want to explore.
Luo Jiaojiao's eyesight was exceptionally good. Even in this dimly lit room, she could see everything clearly.
Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and she tried hard to resist the urge to touch and pinch the tense muscles. Her eyes wandered, trying to look elsewhere, but she was attracted by Leng Mohan's masculine body.
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