Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

“Be careful…” Luosang hurriedly rushed over to hold Nian Junting’s arms, but it was too late. He was about to fall to the ground. So she closed her eyes and held him to support him. After shambling backwards a few steps, her back thudded against the ground.

She sensed a piercing pain from the back of her head and waist, and heard a buzzing noise from her brain. Quite a while later, she recovered from the pain to find that Nian Junting was lying on her. His face was next to her neck, and she could feel his warm lips rubbing against her ear.

At that moment, the pain had nearly disabled her from thinking. In eight days, the school term would begin. If Nian Junting’s injuries got worse, she would most likely need to stay and keep looking after him, because according to the contract, she could only leave after he recovered. That was the reason why she risked her own safety to support him with her own body.

“Mr. Nian, are you okay?” She asked.

“Em, I’m alright. I fell on you, so I’m not hurt,” Nian Junting’s voice was heard from next to her ear. His breath blew across her earlobe, numbed her neck, and made her feel quite uncomfortable.

“So… Can you please get up?” She said.

Nian Junting tried very hard to raise his head. He widened his eyes because of the pain. His handsome face was only an inch away from her nose. “I can’t. My spine hurts so badly once I tried to move,” he said with a dry voice.

He breathed in her face while talking, completely disabling her from staying calm.

When facing such an incredibly handsome face, eyes to eyes, nose to nose, she couldn’t help but feel her heart thump, even though she had absolutely no feelings for him.

“Don’t stare at me like a predator.” Nian Junting snorted coldly when he saw the glow in her eyes.

Luosang felt embarrassed. She hurriedly turned her face away, chest heaving quickly.

Soon, he felt a stream of warmth from inside his body. “Can your chest stop heaving? Now isn’t the time for you to allure me.”

‘How can I stand that now?’ He complained silently.

Hearing his words, Luosang nearly choked on her own saliva. Even though she had been trying to stay calm, her face blushed in anger. “You’re lying upon me, so I’m losing my breath. That’s why my chest is heaving so intensely. Do you understand?” she said.

Nian Junting watched her lips move. From this very short distance, he found that her lips were moist and full and looked like cherries, even though the weather was dry. Normally, her facial skin looked lifeless, but now, it was pink, smooth, and flawless. It made him want to bite it.

He had seen many women at her age, but only a few of them had as skin as good she did without wearing any makeup.

He felt a little confused, but before he could do any further thinking, Luosang suddenly shouted ‘Sister Lan’.

She called Sister Lan seven or eight times, but no response was heard.

“That’s bad. Sister Lan must be doing the dishes in the kitchen now. She can’t hear us.” Luosang felt anxious. She had to maintain this strange pose without daring to move at all, as she worried that once she moved, Nian Junting’s spine, which was finally recovering, would be hurt again.

“What should we do then? I don’t want to you keep taking advantage of me like this,” said Nian Junting with a muffled voice.

“Who’s taking advantage?” Hearing his words, Luosang wished that she didn’t try to save him. “How about this; I’ll move slowly. Let me know if your spine hurts..”

“Em…” Nian Junting pressed his lips together impatiently.