msmithbooks Chapter 64 Can you blow on it for me?
Chapter 64 Can you blow on it for me?
After struggling and hesitating for a while, Lin Shuyao decided to proceed with the original plan.
Now, it seems she has no other options besides using her beauty.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Shuyao raised her hand and knocked on the office door.
"Enter."
A deep, cold male voice came from inside.
Lin Shuyao pushed open the door.
Cheng Zheng was sitting behind his desk, looking down at the documents on the table, with a pen in his hand, making annotations from time to time.
He didn't look up when he heard footsteps coming in.
Lin Shuyao walked quietly to his desk and placed the inspection form on it. "Representative, this is the report on today's internal affairs inspection."
Cheng Zheng paused slightly with his pen, but his gaze remained fixed on the materials in his hand. He didn't look at her and said in a cold voice, "Hmm, put it there."
Lin Shuyao withdrew her hand and let it hang at her side. Looking at his cold profile, she suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation. She subconsciously picked at her fingers and said, "Um... I..."
He didn't say it for a long time.
"Is there anything else?"
Cheng Zheng finally looked up, but his gaze was cold, as if he were looking at a stranger.
Lin Shuyao's next words caught in her throat, and she bit her lower lip.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Just then, the office door was pushed open again.
It's a comrade who came to deliver hot water.
"Factory representative." The other party nodded to Cheng Zheng, placed the thermos filled with hot water in the corner, put the clean enamel cup on the tea table, and then opened the tea canister, preparing to make tea for Cheng Zheng.
"I'll do it."
Lin Shuyao was just worried about not finding an opportunity to curry favor, so she quickly stepped forward and took the cup.
The water deliveryman glanced at Cheng Zheng, and seeing that the leader didn't say anything, he let go of Cheng Zheng's hand, nodded slightly to Lin Shuyao, and turned to leave.
Lin Shuyao tossed some tea leaves into the teacup, then picked up the thermos on the ground and added boiling water to the cup. The tea leaves swirled in the hot water, and a fragrant aroma of tea filled the air.
Lin Shuyao picked up the cup, preparing to hand it to Cheng Zheng.
She didn't notice the water stains on the ground, slipped, and a little of the scalding water in the cup spilled out and splashed onto the back of her hand.
Lin Shuyao cried out in pain, enduring the burning sensation as she placed the cup on the desk. Then she frantically shook her scalded wrist, "It hurts so much, waaaah..."
She frowned in pain, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Did you get burned?" Cheng Zheng's expression changed slightly when he heard her cry out in pain. He quickly got up from his seat, went over and took her wrist to check. When he saw the small red mark on her fair skin, his eyes darkened frighteningly. He grabbed her arm and walked outside.
"Where are you taking me?" Lin Shuyao asked, a little scared.
Cheng Zheng pulled her quickly to the pool, turned on the tap, grabbed her wrist with his large hand, and put the back of her hand directly under the water.
The icy water was washing over the scalded area.
The burning pain was relieved.
Lin Shuyao's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. She glanced at Cheng Zheng, who was facing away from her, his eyes fixed on the back of her hand as she rinsed it with water. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his jaw was clenched.
Seeing that the red patch lingered for a long time, contrasting sharply with his fair skin, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Who told you to touch the thermos? Don't you want your hand anymore? Do you know how important this is? If you hurt your hand, how will you explain it to the experts?"
Lin Shuyao pouted, looking like she was about to cry: "I wanted to make you some tea... why are you being so mean to me..."
Moreover, she wasn't burned much, just a tiny bit of skin, and the burn was noticeably relieved after rinsing with water. It's just that her fair skin made it look like it was a serious burn.
Cheng Zheng's gaze fell on her reddened eyes and slightly pouting red lips. His throat tightened, and he looked away. "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lin Shuyao sniffed, her voice still muffled.
Cheng Zheng turned off the tap, and the sound of the water stopped abruptly, leaving only the somewhat labored breathing of the two of them.
He didn't immediately let go; his fingertips lingered on her wrist for a moment before he withdrew them as if burned: "I have burn ointment in my office."
He turned around and walked out.
Lin Shuyao had no choice but to follow.
Upon entering the office, Cheng Zheng rummaged through a drawer and took out burn ointment and a small packet of cotton swabs, placing them on the table.
"Wipe it yourself."
He sat back down behind his desk and glanced at Lin Shuyao, who was standing beside him.
Lin Shuyao didn't move, but stretched out her slightly red hand in front of him, her fingertips curled loosely, her voice so soft it could melt water: "I can't use my hands properly, can you wipe them for me?"
She looked down at him, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips.
Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed.
After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the ointment and cotton swabs, dipped the cotton swabs in the ointment, and applied it to the back of her hand.
"Ouch... ouch... it hurts... be gentle..."
As soon as the ointment touched the wound, Lin Shuyao gasped and groaned, her voice incredibly sweet and coquettish.
Cheng Zheng felt a throbbing vein on his forehead and a jolt of electricity run through his lower abdomen. He gritted his teeth and lightened the pressure on his hands.
After applying the ointment, Lin Shuyao raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, saying coquettishly, "It still hurts. Can you blow on it for me?"
Cheng Zheng frowned and stared at her hand.
Her hands were extremely beautiful.
Her fingers were slender and delicate, like glistening white scallions, so tender they seemed to drip with moisture. Her nails had a healthy pale pink hue, and the skin on the back of her hand was smooth and delicate, stained with a small red mark, like rouge accidentally smudged on white jade.
Lin Shuyao flicked her fingertips and even reached her hand to his lips, touching his chin.
"Can you blow on it for me? It really hurts. Blowing on it will make it stop hurting."
Cheng Zheng's face was frighteningly dark. He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, which was acting strangely. His dark eyes stared straight at her. Just when Lin Shuyao thought he was about to say something unpleasant to refuse her, he suddenly opened his lips and quickly blew a breath on the back of her hand.
"alright."
He released her hand, his tone cold and hard.
"Blow on it again," Lin Shuyao said, taking advantage of the situation. She gently hooked one of his fingers around his and wouldn't let go. Her almond-shaped eyes were moist as she looked at him, as if they were filled with spring water. Her voice was soft and gentle, with a seductive breath at the end, "Your blowing is so cool, it feels so good~"
Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. After a few seconds, he opened his lips and blew a few more breaths onto the back of her hand.
Lin Shuyao curled her lips smugly and seized the opportunity to speak: "By the way, there's a dance party in the auditorium this weekend, and I'd like to invite you to be my dance partner, is that alright?"
Cheng Zheng paused for a few seconds, then, as if remembering something, his voice became somewhat hoarse: "I'm busy."
"Why?" Lin Shuyao thought he would agree, but she didn't expect him to refuse so decisively.
"I have something to do," Cheng Zheng said casually.
Lin Shuyao didn't believe her: "You don't work on weekends, what's wrong? Can't you join us after you've finished your business?"
Cheng Zheng stopped the conversation, pushed her hand away, and resumed his cold demeanor. "Take the medicine back with you. Apply it tonight, three times a day."
Lin Shuyao had finally found a chance to get close to him, so of course she couldn't miss it. She glanced at the medicine on the table but didn't seem inclined to take it: "Just leave it here. I'll come to you tomorrow to apply the medicine."
"No," Cheng Zheng glanced at the door and said coldly, "It's inconvenient."
"It's just applying some medicine, what's so inconvenient about that? Besides, my hand got injured because of you, you have to take responsibility for me..."
Lin Shuyao didn't know why he changed his attitude, and since she couldn't figure it out, she simply started to act shamelessly.
She held up her injured hand and waved it in front of his eyes to remind him.
"If you don't wipe it, I'll definitely forget..."
"I want you to apply the medicine for me, okay? Hmm?"
Cheng Zheng's temples throbbed from her rubbing: "This is the office, don't mess around!"
"You yelled at me again, waaaaah... My hand is already hurting so much from the injury, and now you're hurting my innocent little heart..."
Lin Shuyao's little face was all tearful, and she looked at him as if he were some kind of heartless man.
Cheng Zheng's eyes darkened as he stared at her: "What exactly do you want?"
Lin Shuyao blinked, her eyes sparkling: "Can't you tell what I want to do?"
Cheng Zheng looked away: "Attending the ball is impossible."
"And that guy?" Since she was being so direct, Lin Shuyao wasn't shy at all and just blurted it out.
Cheng Zheng's face instantly darkened.
The spot where he was slapped that morning still seemed to throb faintly, a reminder of his pain.
"Even more impossible."
He picked up the pen on the table, as if he had made up his mind, and his tone turned cold. "Get out, I still have work to do."
It's always like this.
One second he was so anxious when he saw her injured, patiently treating her wounds and blowing on them, and the next second he went back to being so aloof.
Lin Shuyao's damn competitive spirit was instantly ignited.
She refused to believe she couldn't win him over!
"Since you're busy, I'll come again tomorrow."
Her voice was soft and gentle. Before Cheng Zheng could utter any more words of refusal, she quickly pushed open the door and left.
Cheng Zheng watched the door open and close again, his hand holding the pen tightening slightly.
What to do?
He really had no way to deal with her.