Came out of the room.
She was only wearing a flesh-pink halter dress. The arc of her shoulder blades exposed to the air was beautiful and perfectly shaped. The light made her skin look even whiter and more delicate. When her shoulders were slightly pushed forward, the depression of her collarbone seemed like a trap, dangerous yet sweet and attractive.
She blinked, and with her slender fingers, she hooked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "Don't you feel cold?"
The man looked at her like she was stupid and said, "If you're cold, go back to bed."
"No, I was wrong. Don't you feel hot?"
Then she brushed the straps on her shoulders with the back of her hand, rubbing against him subtly as she fanned herself. Her silk nightgown slowly rose as she moved, barely covering her legs and wrinkling into a ball. She just looked at him with a smile.
The teasing reached its peak. Noticing the man put down his book and his eyes darken, Lin Luosang understood the plan. She quickly pulled down her skirt and covered herself with the quilt, smugly reminding him, "The doctor said I can't do strenuous exercise!"
The man narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Really?"
The next day, when Lin Luosang lay on the corner of the bed with her aching hands hanging on the edge of the bed as if they were useless, she finally understood the deep meaning of all roads lead to Rome.
And I fully understand what it means to bring disaster upon oneself.
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