With a crack, pain shot through her again, and she cried out in surprise.
By the time she opened her eyes from her daze,
he had already let go of her, still squatting, but his hands were tightly gripping her ankle, his long eyes held a hint of arrogance.
“What are you doing?”
She was somewhat angry, not understanding why he deliberately teased her only to twist her foot when she lost control.
He chuckled softly, straightened up, and looked down at her, “Stand up and walk a few steps to see!”
Half in doubt, she looked at him, cautiously stood up with the support of the sofa, then took a few steps and realized that her foot was no longer in pain.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!
Thank you so much!” she apologized to him for her earlier attitude.
His hands in his pockets, his eyes deep and mischievous, “How will you thank me?”
“How would Mr.
Gong like to be thanked?” she lifted her watery eyes to look at him.
He leaned close to her, his slender fingers pinching her chin, his eyes intently gazing at her for a long moment: I like you!
His words were concise yet shocking, his tone firm and domineering.
Her heart was in shock.
He was the president of an international conglomerate, a young billionaire heartthrob, handsome and wealthy.
She, on the other hand, was just a penniless college student, oh, and a soft shrimp who had been abandoned…
For a moment, a touch of sadness flashed through her eyes.
“I need to think about it!”
“You have one hour, before I change my mind.”
His eyes were deep and sharp, she was momentarily stunned, then nodded in understanding.
He nodded slightly, watching as her slender figure walked away, her pale feet stepping on the carpet.
The bedroom upstairs was large, with a white dressing table and a beautiful palace-style vanity mirror over a meter tall, and the wardrobe was also in light pink.
She opened the wardrobe, and inside, besides men’s clothing, there were many women’s clothes, apparently all new, still with tags on them.
After her shower, Chi Xiaoyu chose a white bathrobe.
In the dark, she lay on the bed with no trace of sleepiness, her mind tormented by the images of Bo Xuan and Chi Tingting’s secret love affair, her head throbbing…
Suddenly the light turned on, and Gong Beiming’s tall figure walked in, causing her to sit up nervously.
He glanced at her indifferently, then headed straight for the bathroom, “I’m going to take a shower!”
It was then that she understood, there was only one bedroom here, so naturally, only one bathroom; he must be soaked from helping her.
After a while, she approached the wardrobe, where there was a dark red waist-tied bathrobe, the semi-transparent silk material was very sexy as it hinted at what lay beneath.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but in the end, reason triumphed over emotion.
She finally took it down and silently put it on…