Just as Luo Jiaojiao was about to lift the quilt and get up, she suddenly realized that she was naked. A shy blush appeared on her face. She looked at Leng Mohan awkwardly and said softly, "Brother Leng, could you please turn around first? I want to put on my clothes." As she spoke, she reached out and picked up the clothes on the bed and held them tightly in her hands.
Leng Mohan's lips curled up slightly, a teasing smile flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately teased her: "Is there anything on your body that I haven't seen?" His eyes were wanton and gentle, as if they could penetrate her heart.
Luo Jiaojiao's cheeks suddenly turned as red as a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly, but a sweet and warm feeling surged in her heart.
Although she felt a little embarrassed, she couldn't help laughing, with a coquettish tone in her laughter: "You're so annoying, Brother Leng!"
Leng Mohan looked at her lovely appearance and his heart was filled with love.
He smiled and turned around, leaving her enough space to get dressed. Luo Jiaojiao quickly put on her clothes, secretly glad that she didn't make a fool of herself in front of Leng Mohan.
After hearing what he said, Luo Jiaojiao's face turned even redder like a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly, her heart beating like a deer.
Leng Mohan looked at her shy and cute appearance and couldn't bear to tease her any more, so he gently stood up, turned around, and said with his back to her, "Hurry up and change your clothes."
Leng Mohan had already wiped Luo Jiaojiao's body yesterday, so she just needed to put on her clothes.
Luo Jiaojiao got out of bed carefully, but her legs suddenly became weak as if the strength had been drained away, and her body fell forward involuntarily. "Ah!" She covered her face tightly in fear.
Just when she thought she was going to fall heavily to the ground, what greeted her was not the expected pain, but a warm and strong embrace.
Leng Mohan heard the sound, turned around and saw that she was about to fall, and quickly reached out to catch her tightly. Leng Mohan felt the person in his arms trembling, and a feeling of pity and love surged in his heart. He sighed helplessly and comforted softly: "Okay, don't be afraid, it's okay now."
Luo Jiaojiao slowly removed her hands, with a hint of fear in her eyes, and looked at Leng Mohan, saying with lingering fear: "I almost thought I was going to fall down and be disfigured."
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she had not yet fully recovered from the shock she had just experienced.
When Leng Mohan heard his hand pause, his heart tightened. He thought she was worried about the pain, but he didn't expect that she was more worried about disfigurement.
He looked at her helplessly, with a hint of concern in his tone: “Aren’t you afraid of pain? Why are you only thinking about your face?”
Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan, her eyes revealing a hint of determination, as if to say that face is extremely important to her. She whispered: "Face is important, because this is the only face I can show off. You will get the marriage certificate with me, isn't it because my face is pretty?"
After saying this, she stared at Leng Mohan, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes.
However, when she saw Leng Mohan's face gradually turned cold, she realized that her words might have hurt his self-esteem. A trace of guilt surged in her heart, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.
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