Picking up the clothes he placed by the bed, Xu Xia quickly changed out of her pajamas and got up to head outside, then paused just after standing up.
If she walked out like this, that guy would definitely say she was the one who initiated a kiss.
Thinking of this, she sat back by the bed.
"Leng Zirui!"
The door was pushed open, and Leng Zirui walked in with a smile, "Her Majesty the Queen, what are your orders?"
"Help me out!" Xu Xia said grumpily.
It was him who told her to call him after changing, yet he asked her if she had any orders.
"As you wish!" Leng Zirui responded like a servant, then walked over to her, held her waist, bent slightly, and lifted her in his arms.
"I asked you to help, not carry me!" Xu Xia struggled.
Leng Zirui tightened his arms, looked at her face just beside his own, "Are you deliberately tempting me?!"
"Leng Zirui!" Xu Xia gritted her teeth, "Are you in heat?!"
"You guessed it right, I am in heat, so you’d better not provoke me!" Leng Zirui chuckled mischievously, "With you being injured, you’re like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of me. Push me too far, and I’ll execute you right here."
"You wouldn’t dare!"
"Do you want to find out?"
Of course, Xu Xia didn’t dare challenge him. She just bit her lip and turned her face away, ignoring him.
Leng Zirui carried her to the living room, helped her put on the canvas shoes prepared for her uninjured foot, while the injured one was fitted with a brace he bought from who knows where.
Then, he packed all the miscellaneous items on the table into her handbag, tucked it into her arms, and lifted her again.
"Reach your hands out."
"What for?"

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