As expected, when she turned, it was with an easy, light laugh: “Don’t worry, I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“I hope so,” he responded leisurely, beginning to look around the room, pointing to the top of the standing wardrobe: “Is this the suitcase you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
Seeing him roll up his sleeves and start to move, Zhi Wei leaned to the side, coolly reminding: “It’s heavy. Be careful, don’t hit your head.”
Shang Peng, about to reach for the suitcase, suddenly turned his face. “Do you really care about me?”
Zhi Wei, who was secretly cursing in her heart, was stunned. Looking at his humorless face with sweat already sliding down, she suddenly felt a strange stuffiness in her heart.
“I’m just afraid the suitcase might get damaged, and I might have to pay for your medical expenses.” Although saying this, she decided to cancel her previous curse against him.
“You really speak harshly,” he coldly glanced at her, then laughed and turned back.
Harsh? While she was hating her own softness, he said she was harsh? Zhi Wei opened her mouth, with retorts rolling in her chest, but in the end, she didn’t say a word. Let him think that! Let him believe she’s completely bad to the bone, what’s wrong with that?
Not good! Zhi Wei couldn’t explain the heavy feeling in her chest.
Focusing back, she saw him raising the large suitcase and then carrying it down.
Zhi Wei knew the weight of that suitcase, filled with love novels she had secretly collected during her student days. Now she wanted to take it down, just to mess with him.
But… she had to admit, this man was really strong.
At the moment he extended his arm, she saw his lean waist, displaying a masculine and beautiful curve, and the solid, powerful muscle lines, showcasing a unique male physique…
“Done,” he said, putting the suitcase down and dusting himself off.
Done? Meaning he had accomplished his task and could now rush back to the “half bed” left by that woman?
“All set?” Shang Peng asked the woman in a daze.
Huh?” What to do? What troubled Zhi Wei was that she couldn’t think of anything else, and finally could only say gloomily: “No, nothing. Thank you.”
