Girl's Curve: 0.05

  S-curve of girls

  Xia Jianing thought about it carefully before realizing that he might be dissatisfied with being called a motorcycle driver. What's the big deal? He must have a screw loose, looking at him still making veiled insults, probably his head injury wasn't serious.

  Finally able to see his face under the streetlight outside the door, his hair was drenched by the rain and disheveled, only revealing a pair of sharp black eyes and an aura that couldn't be concealed, indeed not a look suitable for joking around.

  Perhaps due to the dim lighting, a large shadow was cast on his face, which instead accentuated a deep and stern facial outline, yet extremely cold.

  Although it was just a glance, although he was surrounded by a foul smell, she could see that he was an extremely handsome man, and his temperament was not bad either. He didn't look like a motorcycle rider, nor did he seem to be a white-collar worker or a programmer.

  It wasn't clear whether the rain had washed it away or what, but she didn't see any blood streaming down his face, which was a far cry from her previous imagination of being covered in blood or having half his head blown off like a car accident scene. She felt a bit relieved.

  She dragged him all the way into her room, only to see his eyes half-closed and a mischievous grin spreading across his face, making her hair stand on end.

  Following his line of sight, she only then discovered that her own pajamas had also been drenched by the rainwater, clinging to her body and delicately outlining the girl's clear curves.

  Her slender waist, long legs, and most embarrassingly, her bra was printed with large patches of rose buds, like clusters of shy flower buds blooming on her white breasts.

  From his height, he could clearly see the twin peaks that seemed to be calling out... and also the purple little underwear. In short, under the light, everything that was supposed to be seen could be seen.

  She almost died, a moment of distraction, her foot slipped and she nearly fell over. Luckily he reached out in time to grab her waist, while she also instinctively wrapped her arms around his arm...

  The scattered hair on his forehead swung with his movements, and the fine water droplets splashed onto that originally handsome face, instantly piercing her heart. In that simple action, she really felt electrified, her bones numb and tingling.

  She was confused, why did she feel so severely impacted in her chest, and her whole body and mind were messed up by this strange man.

  Dizzy, Xia Jianing hurriedly let go, patted her chest hard, and breathed easily. The atmosphere was a bit strange, she felt it necessary to do something to break this "awkward" atmosphere.

  Her face flushed, she hastily put on a long coat and then brought water to clean his wound. The wound was not serious, the bleeding had stopped, no need for medicine.

  His foot was just sprained, a bit swollen. Xia Jianing found some red flower oil and was about to help him apply it when he smiled again, this time not mischievously but with a warm, sunny smile.

  "May I go take a bath?"

  "Mm." She shifted over to make room for him by the door.

  He took off his dirty undershirt, Xia Jianing immediately turned her eyes away, but still used the corner of her eye to secretly take a look, with a well-proportioned and robust figure, having abdominal muscles, just taking a glance made one's blood vessels burst, unable to extricate oneself.