Wei Anning was feeling frustrated inside.
“Will you die if you’re not sarcastic all the time?” She sat for two minutes before the intense itchiness began again.
Not daring to scratch, she fidgeted and wriggled about on the sofa.
Leng Youchen glanced at her.
Her face was red with an effort to hold back, and her expression somewhat twisted.
He raised an eyebrow and teased, “Do you have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder by any chance?”
“…”
She couldn’t expect pearls to fall from a dog’s mouth and was too lazy to stoop to his level.
The itchiness was terrible, itch, itch, itch!
She stood up and then sat down again, and in no time, she was drenched in sweat.
Leng Youchen watched her with leisure, as if enjoying a monkey show.
Resting his chin in his hand, he made a playful suggestion, “Here’s a kind piece of advice for you.
You could do the fitness dance, three punches left, three punches right, twist your neck, twist your hips…”
“…”
Furious, Wei Anning thought Leng Youchen was such a jerk for enjoying the spectacle!
Gasping with anger and glowering at him fiercely, she seemed to have been maddened by his teasing.
She picked up the feather duster left behind on the coffee table by the maid and said, “I can also do this, brandishing the nunchakus, hum ha hiya, wielding the nunchakus, invincible are the benevolent…”
As she sang, she waved the feather duster, made of peacock’s seven-colored plumes, in front of Leng Youchen.
Dancing and waving, she looked like a shaman in a grand performance, utterly ridiculous.
Leng Youchen was stunned for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
He exaggeratedly pounded his wheelchair, and even the maid who had been standing not far away couldn’t help but giggle, trying so hard to hold in her laughter that she got stomach cramps.
Seeing herself as his source of amusement, Wei Anning huffily threw down the feather duster and sat on the sofa, fuming at herself.
Leng Youchen laughed so hard that tears came out.
Still laughing, he said, “I must say, sweetheart, you’re too cute.
Hahaha, you’re killing me.”
“…”
Wei Anning felt like scratching his face.
Whatever happened to the suave, noble demeanor?
Could someone tell her where this clown had popped up from?
Leng Youchen’s laughter gradually subsided, a trace of red coloring his fair and handsome face.
Looking at her with a smile, he beckoned her with a finger, “Come here, I’ll apply some medicine for you.”
Wei Anning’s eyes widened, “You had medicine?
Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“How else would I have had the chance to discover your comedic potential?” Leng Youchen said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Wei Anning wanted to scratch and claw in irritation, but she obediently moved over to him.
The IV had finished dripping, and the maid came over to remove the needle for her.
Leng Youchen looked up at her, and the maid immediately took the others and withdrew, leaving just the two of them in the vast living room.
Leng Youchen opened a round box, and a cool fragrance wafted out.
Just by smelling it, Wei Anning felt the itchiness on her body ease significantly.
Leng Youchen dipped his fingertip into the ointment and carefully spread it on her face.
Wei Anning tilted her head back, looking very cooperative.
The ointment felt cool and soothing on her face.
She sighed in comfort while watching Leng Youchen, intent on applying the medicine, and she simply couldn’t associate him with that detestable masked man.
So it goes with people, they forget the pain once the wound heals.
Leng Youchen was focused, his fingertips brushing over her soft, delicate skin that seemed so full of collagen it might ooze water with a slightly firmer press.
It was rare for her to be so docile under his touch.
Suddenly his voice deepened, “Take off your clothes!”