With sudden coughing, Lu Lian's face had turned red while Ming Rusheng calmly pulled out the tissue papers from the box kept on the side table of the couch. He turned to her and started to wipe the water from her lips, chin and even cleared her nose.
When he was busy wiping her face, she continued to look at Ming Rusheng in disbelief.
'After dropping a bomb on me, how can he be so calm? He doesn't even look like he is waiting for me to pounce on him. If a man is willing, shouldn't he show some signaling expressions but he is as calm as always as if he feels nothing? If he wants it, he can just directly tell me let's do it. Not like I will refuse. In fact, I am dying to….cough!' She cleared her throat to stop her wild thoughts and stared at the man who had finished cleaning her face like a person who was doing his job dedicatedly.'
Ming Rusheng took the glass from her hand to keep it on the side table while tossing the tissue paper in the trash can.
