In this brief moment, time seemed to freeze and the atmosphere became extremely ambiguous and full of attraction.
A complex emotion surged in Luo Jiaojiao's heart. She was moved by Leng Mohan's charm, but she tried hard to maintain her rationality and composure.
Leng Mohan walked in front of Luo Jiaojiao, the gauze on his hand had already been soaked with water. Seeing this, Luo Jiaojiao hurriedly grabbed his hand to check, trying to divert his attention in this way.
However, Leng Mohan's expression became increasingly gloomy, as if she only noticed his hand injury and ignored other more important things.
At this moment, Luo Jiaojiao's slender and beautiful neck was within reach, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding in Leng Mohan's eyes.
Her skin was as delicate as jade, as if it could be broken by a touch, which made Leng Mohan feel a little distracted.
He slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the neck and feel whether it was as tender and smooth as he imagined.
Just when Leng Mohan was about to hit his target, a woman's clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang out, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, calming him down instantly.
"Is Zhou Lin really the nephew of Captain Zhou?" she asked.
Leng Mohan looked at her helplessly, feeling irritated. Mentioning Zhou Lin at this time was really a waste of time. He could only perfunctorily respond, "Yeah."
Luo Jiaojiao seemed to sense his displeasure and hesitated for a long time, but still mustered up the courage to continue asking: "Then...will what happened tonight cause you trouble? I'm worried that he will make things difficult for you."
Her eyes were full of worry and concern, as if reminding him that Zhou Lin was not so easy to deal with, after all, he had Captain Zhou protecting him.
"I'll take care of it, you don't have to worry!" There was a hint of impatience in Leng Mohan's voice. He looked at the woman in front of him. The look of her unwillingness to give up made his irritation even stronger.
He stretched out his hand without hesitation, picked up Luo Jiaojiao, put her on the bed, and then pressed his strong body on top of her.
Luo Jiaojiao's world turned upside down in an instant. Her body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell violently onto the soft bed. The strong impact made her almost unable to breathe, and the thoughts in her mind were like a lake that was stirred, a chaos.
At this moment, Leng Mohan's breath suddenly broke into her perception like a cold north wind. That breath carried a unique masculine charm, but also revealed a subtle coldness.
Luo Jiaojiao instinctively wanted to dodge. She stretched out her hand to push him away, but unexpectedly touched Leng Mohan's solid chest.
It was a piece of muscle as hard as rock, and the slightly cool touch made her heart beat faster instantly. The electric shock-like feeling came from her fingertips, causing her to retract her hand involuntarily.
At that moment, her heart was filled with panic and embarrassment, as if she had done something wrong.
Luo Jiaojiao lay there, her body as stiff as a stone. She didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation, she could only try to stay calm and hope that it would all pass as soon as possible.
However, her inner panic made it impossible for her to truly calm down. Her heartbeat was still fast and strong, as if reminding her that all this was real and not a dream.
Luo Jiaojiao is an open-minded woman by nature. Her demands for life are simple and pure. As long as she meets the basic needs of food, drink and sleep, she will feel satisfied and happy.
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