Fall In Love With Mr. Nian Slowly Chapter 3: Keep A Secret

“Are you kidding?” Nian Junting didn’t believe what Luosang said. He wore a mocking smile and said sarcastically, “You insisted on accompanying me into the bathroom because you wanted to seduce me, right?”

Luosang curled up her lips with disapproval and replied, “It’s because Wu is uncomfortable today.”

“I don’t believe it.” Nian Junting snorted scornfully, “It’s only a few days since you came to my villa. Could you have established such a good relations.h.i.+p with Wu in such a short time? It’s absolutely impossible!”

Luosang felt a sense of helplessness because it was hard to persuade him to believe her.

“Let's put it aside. Now I'm going to take off your pants.” Tired of arguing with him, she took a step forward, bent over and grabbed his pants with one hand, the other hand gently supporting his b.u.t.tock.

Nian Junting froze in embarra.s.sment. He twisted his head sideways and looked at the woman whose head was close to his shoulder. Her forehead was covered by the thick fringe. Her eyes behind the thick gla.s.ses couldn’t be seen clearly. But she had a delicate skin. There was a slight flush on her cheeks, which flattered her rosy face.

Wu told him that she was 30 years old.

But how could a 30-year-old woman keep her skin in such good condition?

Besides, she wore the faint fragrance of pear flowers, which smelt fresh and sweet. That was totally different from the strong perfume that most of mature women usually wore.

The woman’s soft hand touched his b.u.t.tocks.

He suddenly came to himself and felt irritated by the fact that his mind wandered because of the woman older than himself.

So, he decided to take a diversionary tactic.

“I hear that you are 30 years old. You must have got married and had a child, right?”

“No.” Luosang dared not look down at the lower part of his body. So she cupped his b.u.t.tocks in the palm of her hand, drew down his pants and then quickly looked away.

Nian Junting looked her up and down and said, “Your taste in clothes is extremely poor. No wonder you can't find a man to marry you.”

“I'm used to it,” she said calmly, poker-faced, as if she didn't care about his comments at all.

Nian Junting was stunned and lost interest in carrying on talking to her. “Get out of here. I will call you after I relieve myself.”

Luosang walked out of the bathroom. Then she went downstairs to get a broom and swept up the broken purple clay cup. Before long she heard Nian Junting calling her in the bathroom.

She pushed the door open and walked in. Nian Junting still sat on the toilet with his private parts covered by the pants. He must have struggled to pull the pants up in order to save face.

She helped him put on his pants, picked him up again and placed him on the wheelchair.

As for Nian Junting, it was so humiliating, a terrible blow to his self-esteem. But he had no choice but to bear it.

After lying down on the bed with her help, he warned, “If tomorrow Wu asks you whether I got up and went to the toilet tonight, just tell him I didn't. I don’t want others to know that I was picked up by a woman.”

“…Okay.”

He was quite sensitive about his reputation.

“Get me a gla.s.s of water. I’m thirsty,” the man ordered.

Luosang sighed and couldn’t help but remind him, “Mr. Nian, you have had two gla.s.ses of water tonight. If you drink too much water, you will need to go to the toilet more often. Besides, drinking too much water will make your face bloated.”

Nian Junting snorted and threw a cold glance at her. “I see what you're saying. You are lazy. And you don’t want to get up and wait upon me repeatedly. Dream on! I won’t allow you to loaf on the job. It’s not easy to make money. If you can't stand it, you can quit this job.”

Luosang felt helpless. “I didn’t mean that. If you don’t sleep well at night, it will impede the progress of wound healing.”

“Do you take me for a trouble maker? I have got into the habit of drinking water from childhood. I will feel quite uncomfortable if I'm thirsty. I must keep my mouth moist, or I can’t sleep. Furthermore, I’ve never been swollen because of drinking water.” Nian Junting frowned in a fret.

Luosang was speechless. He was a d.a.m.n obsessive.

After a while, she asked, “Can you give up the habit?”

“No!” he replied firmly.