Chapter 41 Hurts or Not, I'll Help You Massage It

  Leng Xi's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little flustered as she came back to herself. She realized that she had been staring at Ling Han's back in a daze. Bai Sheng's small face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment. Ashamed, she quickly lowered her head to cover up her embarrassment, like a child who had secretly eaten sugar. "Oh, yes... I've heard my grandmother mention it before," she muttered. A thread of curiosity flashed through her mind, and she involuntarily raised her eyes. "How did you know that my mother was He Quan? Do you have news about her?"

  Those clear eyes, black and shining, sparkling with hopeful dawn, the excitement like silk threads can't be hidden, pouring out as if expecting an answer.

  She has never seen her mother since she was a child, and everything she knows about her comes from her grandmother's descriptions. She imagines what her mother looks like in her mind. Her grandmother says that her mother is very beautiful and gentle.

  She has countless times in her dreams, yearning for, fantasizing about being hugged by her mother, gently stroking her hair. When she was bullied and felt helpless and confused, her mother used her own kindness and warmth to tell her not to be afraid.

  Although she is not a spoiled girl, she also yearns for at least some warmth and someone to care about her.

  But all of this was just a dream. For so many years, since the only person who loved her, her grandmother, passed away, she had been alone, getting used to the endless loneliness. Many times, she wanted someone by her side, and every time, the first person she thought of was her mother.

  Every time, the outline of her mother in her mind is different, making her very annoyed. If she could see her mother again, then she would not mistake her appearance again. The more she thinks about it, the thicker that thought becomes.

  Leng Xi's mouth was slightly ajar. His eyes, like ancient springs, were filled with excitement and anticipation, fixedly staring at Ling Han's profile.

  The elegant face turned away, leaving Cold Creek with only the back of her head and a faintly discernible, proudly raised chin outline. Her deep eyes, veiled with fine threads of blood, were cold and unfathomable. "No," she said finally. "Come in. Give me a bath."

  A calm tone, yet exuding a strong sense of oppression, making one inexplicably fearful.

  The expected eyes dimmed down obviously. A hint of loss flashed through Leng Xi's heart. She pouted and hung her head down.

  He asked her to help him take a bath.

  Thinking of this, a lot of sexy scenes involuntarily emerged in my mind. My heart suddenly started racing. My face also covered with a layer of blush. Even though I had been with Ling Han so many times, she still looked like a little girl, shy and blushing.

  Lowered his head in embarrassment, bit his lip, took a deep breath, couldn't help but laugh at his own emotions, stuck out his tongue, and followed along.

  It's actually a very normal thing to give him a bath. What is she ashamed of?

  When she was undoing the white shirt button for him, Leng Xi tiptoed slightly. The button at the collar was very difficult to undo. He was very tall, almost 1.9 meters, while she was only around 1.65 meters. It was like a mountain in front of her, enough to envelop her. She had to look up at him, and this feeling was actually a bit subtle.

  "You can't even handle such a small thing." A cold, displeased voice suddenly came from above her head, as if blaming her, with threads of anger intertwined.

  Leng Xi trembled slightly. Carefully apologizing, "Sorry... I'll hurry..." She was afraid of Ling Han's anger. Her heart skipped a beat and her movements became somewhat clumsy. With a slight force, she accidentally poked his chin. Leng Xi immediately widened his eyes in shock, took a deep breath, and apologized hastily, "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. Does it hurt?" His soft hand, amidst the panic, carried a hint of tenderness as he awkwardly touched his chin, hoping to offer some comfort and express his apology.

  The hand that reached out was grasped by a large palm with a rough force. Cold eyes stared at her fiercely. "This is how you serve your man, this is what your mother taught you." Ling Han's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, his emotions flashing between his brows. A blaming sentence, spoken with an exceptionally profound meaning, floated with obvious mockery.

  Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his words, and a wave of discomfort surged up like the tide, filling her chest. Her eyes suddenly felt hot.

  His hand was pinched very painfully. Tears sparkled in her ancient spring-like eyes, like the deep and secluded spring water rippling with glittering waves, giving people an intangible sense of sorrow. "Sorry, sorry... I'll study hard..." She looked at Ling Han's cold eyes with tears in her eyes, and awkwardly pulled out her hand that had been pinched red by him, but didn't pull it away.

  She made Ling Han angry again. She made Ling Han angry again.

  She's so useless. Can't even handle a small matter.

  At this time, Leng Xi's heart was entwined with threads of fear, making her whole heart feel somewhat flustered and out of rhythm, like a discordant beat that couldn't be synchronized with the normal rhythm.

  The fear from earlier that day still lingered in her heart, which was already very fragile and sensitive to cowardice. She had always been afraid of Ling Han's anger and feared his outbursts. At this moment, the wound on her heart that had not yet healed was once again exposed to Ling Han's stormy temper. The scar that had just begun to heal cracked open again, bleeding.

  She was like a little deer, her eyes were confused, her eyes were confused, those tearful eyes carefully looked at Ling Han, and accidentally dropped a teardrop.

  Discontent was written all over his face. His thick and handsome eyebrows were furrowed tightly, forming a deep crease between them. His well-defined face was icy cold, without any hint of mercy. "Xue, are you learning how to seduce men?" Ling Han's eyes were sharp and cold, his words piercing the heart. They came out so naturally from his good-looking lips. He pushed Leng Qing away with one hand, and began to impatiently undress himself.

  She was pushed back several steps by that deep and powerful force. Leng Xi's heart was shocked, she stabilized her footsteps. She wanted to cry, but she endured it. Her cherry blossom-like red lips were sour, the urge to cry made her tremble twice. She quickly bit her lip. Tears, however, couldn't be controlled and rolled down from her clear eyes. She hastily lifted her feet, wanting to escape.

  "Stop right there. I'm letting you go. Put down the bath gel." A cold, icy voice pierced through from behind, so strong and cold that it seemed intentional to find trouble with Leng Qingxia, not planning to let her off.

  His father loved this woman's mother all his life. Thought about it all his life but never got it. Even for the sake of this woman's mother, he was willing to drive him out in the name of a wild species.

  Ling Han will not forget the humiliation and shame he suffered at that time, being treated like a dirty thing, despised and scolded by others, with a sense of shame deeply rooted in his heart.

  Hmph. Now He Quan's daughter has fallen into his hands. Do you think he will let her off?

  That shameful humiliation that everyone spat on. He wants it all back.

  Ling Han's heart was blocked and uncomfortable. That urgent desire to vent made him extinguish all his emotions.

  A stern rebuke came from behind, and Leng Xi's anxious figure, which had been walking backwards, froze in place as if she had been struck by a acupuncture needle. Her shoulders shook twice, and she choked back two sobs, allowing the hot tears to roll down her cheeks. She hastily wiped them away with her hand, not wanting him to see that she had cried. With a slight tug on her cheek, she transformed her inner grievances into a smile, turned around,

  "Okay..." He obediently walked over and bent down beside the bathtub to put down the shower gel.

  She comforted herself in her heart. Ling Han was upset outside and felt unwell. He wanted to find someone to vent his frustrations, and wasn't that what family was for?

  When you're happy, share your joy. When you're sad, comfort you. When you've been wronged outside and are full of grievances, let you vent your anger. Accept all your temper and outbursts.

  Ling Han treats her like family, that's why he vents to her. When Ling Han is in a bad mood, she should cooperate with him and let him vent out his frustrations. Venting out is better than bottling it up inside.

  Leng Xi thought so in her heart, so she listened to Ling Han's words with an obedient attitude, and at the same time, she also ignored the discomfort in her own heart.

  Put down the water and shower gel. Leng Xi turned his head. Wanting to call Ling Han, but caught sight of a patch of wheat-colored skin instead. Two robust pillars.

  No no no no. It's Ling Han's leg. He isn't wearing pants. When did he stand behind her?

  The astonished gaze shifted upwards a bit. Leng Xi suddenly took in a breath of cold air. What was that majestic and proud thing?

  Ling Han has already undressed and is ready to take a bath.

  Before her eyes, the infinite spring scenery unfolded. Cold Creek was shocked and took a step back, leaning against the bathtub. She couldn't bear such a huge visual impact, and her body felt weak. She hurriedly supported herself on the bathtub to stand up.

  But was caught by Ling Han's hand on her chin, and he gazed at her with his deep, cold eyes. A thread of anger escaped from her daze. "You're very afraid of me..." His gaze slowly moved down, staring at the front of Leng Xi's chest for a while. Even through her clothes, the fullness of her curves was evident, and one could even imagine the elasticity of those curves, rising and falling with each slight breath. The soft, delicate sensation seemed to be right before his eyes, making him yearn for it, miss it. A surge of heat shot up from a certain place in his lower abdomen, causing Ling Han's entire body to burn with fever.

  A refreshing charm wafted from his body, occasionally drifting out to tease his nostrils. His cold gaze gradually took on a thin layer of haze. He shifted his eyes slightly, focusing his attention on the lower half of his body. Clearly visible was his little brother slowly growing bigger. A sense of irritation suddenly rose up and struck his heart.

  Damn it. As soon as he touched this woman, his body was out of control. This feeling made him very uncomfortable. He was a man with great self-control, yet he always lost control in front of this woman.

  Leng Xi held her breath tightly, but her chest was still heaving constantly. Her breathing was also disordered. She clearly felt the change in Ling Han's demeanor.

  At this time, Ling Han was so close to her that his sensual wheat-colored skin was right in front of her eyes. His breath occasionally splashed on her face, scorching it. The strong male aura emanating from him made her almost suffocate.

  She hurriedly supported the bathtub, wanting to climb up. "No... no... it's not that I'm afraid. I'll give you a bath..." Her words were already incoherent. A small face had turned red like a tomato.

  This trembling that tries to cover up only provoked a deeper understanding in Ling Han's eyes. He pinched Leng Xi's chin and lifted her up, causing her to frown in pain. But the dark color in his eyes grew even more intense. "Wanting to follow Mu Rong Xiao Zuo, having seen his... so afraid of me." A thread of cruelty was squeezed out from between Ling Han's teeth.