He fell back onto the sofa, and Xia Nuo reached over to tug at his clothes.
"You little rascal, if you won't say anything, I'll just see for myself!"
"Xia Nuo..." He held her hand down, but she broke free with force. Angrily, Xia Nuo tore open his jacket with a few pulls; since it was spring, he was only wearing two layers, a jacket over a cotton T-shirt.
She lifted his T-shirt, and the first thing that caught her eye was his constantly contracting abdomen. She didn't know why, but her first reaction was that his body was quite sturdy.
Leng Yan remained stiff and motionless, an awkward tension momentarily setting in.
Xia Nuo's discomfort lasted just a second before it passed. She stood up and said calmly, "You're hurt, aren't you? Take off your clothes and let me see. Don't force me to do it myself."
Leng Yan pulled down his shirt, his ears turning slightly red, though Xia Nuo paid no attention to his reaction.
