really wanted to ask Tang Xi who he thought she had killed Otherwise, how could he think she was a murderer, but he wouldn't let her ask."It's not time yet." Tang Yucheng shook his head, his cold voi...For the whole morning, Wen Ping was kept chatting about this topic by Lisa.

While what is said may not be everything in life, it's an indispensable part of a couple's relationship. I strongly suggest she have his capabilities tested before marriage.

Yi Sheng sent Xiao An to school, and when she came back, she bought some lunch.

Back home, I saw Wen Ping Sheng sitting on the sofa, playing with his phone with his head down, his ear tips tinged with a faint pink, quite adorable.

He walked up to her, reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up.

"When playing on your phone, don't lower your head too much, it's bad for your spine."

Wen Ping Sheng was still being 'educated' by Lisa, when she saw the protagonist of their discussion return, she gasped and dropped her phone.

Ignoring Yisheng, she hurriedly crouched down to pick up her phone, afraid he might see the chat messages between her and Lysa.

Because she knelt down too quickly, she accidentally bumped her knee against the top-grade porcelain tea set, causing a sharp pain that made her let out a pained grunt. Her pretty face contorted in discomfort.

Yi Sheng saw the situation and immediately picked her up, putting her on the sofa.

Wen Ping Sheng watched as he pushed his pants leg up, the fabric rubbing against his wound, causing her to cry out in pain, "Ow...it hurts, be gentle."

Yisheng raised his head to glance at her. Seeing that her eyes were slightly red and glistening with tears, he said, "From now on, I wonder if you'll dare to be so reckless again."

He said it like that, but his actions were much gentler.

Carefully rolling up his trousers to above his knee, a bruise the size of an egg, purplish-red and prominent, was seared onto his porcelain white kneecap. It had cracked the skin slightly, swelling a little, making it quite frightening to behold.

Yi Sheng felt his heart ache. "Does it hurt very much"

"Oof." Wen Ping Sheng felt like his legs were numb from the pain.

"Just stay put and don't move. I'll go back to the room and get the medicine."

Yisheng got up and quickly went back to his room.

Within a minute, he returned to the living room holding a small black bottle.

Kuhn knelt before Wen Ping, using his finger to scoop some ointment. "The ointment is a bit cool."

The slightly cool ointment stung the wound, Wen Ping Sheng couldn't help but flinch his foot, but he didn't make a sound.

Yi Sheng held her ankle in one hand, his palm covering her knee as he gently pushed the ointment on her knee away and spread it evenly.

The house was heated, and he was wearing only a V-neck cashmere sweater, the sleeves rolled up to reveal half of his muscular arms.

Wen Ping Sheng lowered her eyes, but she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his sexy collarbone and the scenery revealed by the V-neck; it was like seeing an inappropriate scene, so she quickly averted her gaze.

But just a few seconds later, her gaze uncontrollably drifted back to the collar of his shirt.

As he admired the 'landscape', Wen Ping Sheng felt a mixture of appreciation and disgust for himself. He was such a lecher, stealing glances at a man's body like that.

She was a painter, very familiar with the proportions and structure of the human body. At a glance, she could tell that Yisheng's clothes fit her figure perfectly.

Oh~ I really want to touch it, I wonder what the texture is like.

Such thoughts flashed by, Wen Ping Sheng hurriedly shook off this dangerous idea, calming himself: No, no, Wen Ping Sheng, please be more reserved.

Yi Sheng applied the medicine to her wound and then looked into her eyes, "Ping Sheng, are you coveting my body"

"I'm not! I didn't! An Yisheng, don't talk nonsense and slander me!" Wen Pingsheng blustered, denying loudly, "Who coveted your body You are too narcissistic. Shameless man."

Yisheng's lips curled into a slight smile, a hint of wickedness and allure in the gentle curve. He leisurely raised his right hand, pulling the fabric on his left shoulder down, revealing his collarbone and entire shoulder.

It can be said, very sexy.

"... Such an extremely erotic and seductive scene, Wen Ping Sheng looked at it without blinking, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva."

Her reaction pleased Yisheng greatly, so he calmly buttoned his shirt.

"Huh Wait, I haven't..." finished. He was only halfway through his sentence when Wen Ping Sheng suddenly came to his senses.

Realizing that just a second ago he had sworn up and down that he wasn't interested in the other man's body, yet now he was completely lost in his attraction, unable to pull himself away, Wen Ping Sheng felt shame so intense he wanted to bury his face and cry.

Oh my gosh~ This man is actually showing off his shoulders to tempt her.

Terrible!

"You haven't done anything yet Not had enough" Yisheng asked her, trying to suppress a smile.

She didn't expect her to like her own body so much.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wen Pingsheng shouted, "You old man, your skin must be loose all over. What's there to look at"

Thus, the next moment—

Yi Sheng stood up straight. In front of her, he moved like flowing clouds and water, skillfully taking off his clothes.

"Ah!!!"

Wen Ping Sheng covered her face and screamed, burying herself on the sofa and refusing to look at him.

After a while, it felt too quiet.

She quietly turned her face to observe the situation, but saw that a man had been sitting on the sofa beside her at some point, shirtless, looking down at her.

"Pervert!" Wen Ping Sheng cursed, continuing to cover his face, feeling his ears were hot enough to smoke.

Speaking of which, his figure is truly perfect. His muscles are sculpted and graceful, his skin is like oiled jade, fair and luminous, yet not feminine. Instead, there's a hint of seductiveness to it.

Oh, I really want to see and touch it, but my heart is beating too fast, it's just not working!

Only able to steal a glance from time to time, just to satisfy one's cravings.

Yi Sheng smiled faintly, as if seeing through her thoughts, "If you want to look, hurry up and look, if you want to touch, hurry up and touch, I'm still in a hurry to make lunch."

"No! I refuse!" Wen Ping Sheng rejected haughtily.

Yet—in less than three minutes—

She placed her hand on I Sheng's chest.

It was Yisheng who grabbed her hand and brought it closer. After all, Wen Ping Sheng had the heart of a thief but not the guts. Even when she imagined things in her head, she didn't dare to be too wild.

She blushed and said insincerely, "I... I don't care about touching you. It was you who forced me to touch you. To tell the truth, I'm the one at a disadvantage."

Wen Ping Sheng suppressed the urge to smile, thinking: This man's physical touch is so good, I've hit the jackpot.

"Alright, I won't force you. I'm going to cook." Yisheng took her hand away and quickly put on his clothes.

"Wen Ping Sheng."

Seeing Yi Sheng carrying groceries toward the kitchen, she pounded her chest in frustration. She hadn't had enough touch yet!!!

Yi Sheng stopped in his tracks and turned back, "Oh right."

"What, what are you doing" Wen Ping Sheng asked, a little nervously.

"Your foot is injured, don't go around, lest you stumble and fall again later, crying once more." Yisheng cautioned.

"I understand."

If it weren't for him reminding her, Wen Pingsheng would have almost forgotten that she had just sprained her foot.

His ointment seems to be working well, I wonder if it has painkillers in it. She doesn't seem to be in much pain now.ughter."Sorry, Mom..." An Xiaotu sobbed as she apologized with great distress."Since you know you're sorry, Mom, then explain to me why you disappeared for all these years." An mother desperately want...