Chapter 324: So Soft, So Cute, I Want To Eat It!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Ling was looking at something on his phone. She slanted her body to peek at his phone and saw the word ‘Jonah.’ She did not look any longer as it was not something she could bother about. The consulate had already done what they had to do, and she wished that Jonah would receive the punishment he deserved, but she knew that this was a very difficult thing to do.
The two of them went upstairs quietly. Shen Qianshu smelled herself and rubbed her nose. She was really unkempt, and her hair was greasy. This was a great issue that affected the teen girl in her. She flushed instantly and thought, Is Ye Ling blind? He didn’t even notice what a mess I am.
“Master, I’m going to shower. Take a seat.”
Before Ye Ling could reply, she had taken some home clothes to wear and then sped into the bathroom and locked the door.
Shen Qianshu’s arms and legs were badly grazed, and they could not come in contact with water. She was very uncomfortable. She simply wrapped the wound with a plastic wrap and continued washing her head and taking a shower. Because of the wound, it was more troublesome. It took her over forty minutes before she finally dried half her hair.
Ye Ling was looking at some emails on his phone in the living room. Shen Qianshu looked at her watch, and it was time for dinner. “Master, are you hungry?”
“Hungry!”
He looked up at her. Shen Qianshu had just showered, and she smelled really nice from the fragrance of the bath foams she showered in. Water was dripping off her neck, and for some reason, it seemed really sexy and alluring. She was wearing a simple light blue floral dress and furry pink slippers. Her face was pale and clean, and her lips were deep red. Her eyes were watery like those of a little deer, and she looked really sweet.
He wanted to eat her!
“Let’s get delivery!” In Ye Ling’s anticipation, Shen Qianshu’s eyes were bright and shiny.
“I want to eat something that you make.”
“There’s nothing much left in the fridge, and they aren’t fresh. I’ll make you some tomorrow,” Shen Qianshu said, trying to look pitiful. “I’m injured. Do you bear to torture an ill person?”
Ye Ling stared at her expressionlessly, refusing to answer her. Shen Qianshu treated that as if he had agreed, so she picked up her phone and ordered some food delivery. The food that she had ordered were all Ye Ling’s favorites. She had tried some of the dishes previously, and she thought they were not bad.
Once she put down her phone, Ye Ling pulled her down on the chair. He grabbed one of her legs and pulled it on top of his legs. Then, he pulled up her skirt. Shen Qianshu was shocked and confused. What’s going on? What are you doing?
Monster, are you having a relapse?
She had just showered, and the plastic wrap around her wound was still on her leg. Ye Ling squinted. This was a large bruise, and her skin had been grazed off. Although it was just a small injury on her skin, it looked really bad. Ye Ling removed the plastic wrap and the bandages around it. Shen Qianshu felt a little painful, and she frowned. That was when she realized a green bottle on the table that did not belong to her. It looked like an ointment.
Is Master going to put on medication for me?
Shen Qianshu’s heart palpitated wildly, and she was chiding herself in her head. You are the one who is tempted for him to do something to you, huh?
Her slim legs looked nice, pale, and long with no excess fat. He had taken off her furry pink slippers, revealing her pale feet. Being placed on his lap seemed rather… suggestive.
She felt anxious for some reason, and Ye Ling took the bottle of ointment over, squeezing some white ointment and using a cotton bud to rub lightly on her wound. He did not utter a single word throughout the whole process, but she could feel that Ye Ling was not in a good mood!
He seemed to be holding in his anger.
With one hand on her ankle, his palm felt really warm. Her cold ankle felt warm and damp from his contact. Shen Qianshu’s face was flushing, and she bit on her lip, hesitating on whether she should say something.