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Chapter 38 His palms are so warm!

Restless hands wandered over her body, and he rested his chin on her shoulder socket, his hot breath breathed in her ears, itching her sensitive nerves.

"Don't be like this...don't..." Under his touch, her breath also became disordered. She clearly hated his touch in her heart, but her body couldn't help being immersed in this wonderful sense.

It's just that this stimulation directly caused her stomach to hurt even more, and the auntie flooded out like a flood.

Lin Xiaoting pushed away his hand, curled up in pain, turned her back to him, and hugged herself, not letting him touch her again.

"Ok?"

Her rejection made him a little unhappy, he pulled her arm away forcefully, forcing her to turn around.

In the warm light, his eyes shone with terror, like a black hole, trying to swallow her up.

"My stomach hurts, it hurts!"

Lin Xiaoting's pained expression was not a disguise at all, her small face was wrinkled together, and fine cold sweat was dripping from her forehead, the dysmenorrhea was tormenting her.

Seeing her cute and pitiful appearance, Leng Yanxiu clenched his cold heart tightly.

He pondered for a moment, then let go of her wrist, took her slender body into his arms, and pressed his fiery palms against her belly.

His palms were so warm, emitting hot heat, as they pressed against her abdomen, it made her feel much better, and the hostility towards him in her heart was slightly reduced.

The next day, Lin Xiaoting learned that the water, electricity, and signal in the entire jurisdiction were cut off. She was very worried and hoped that she would not be trapped in Yuan City.

However, she soon understood one thing, when she was with Leng Yanxiu, any worries were unnecessary, because there was no difficulty that could overwhelm him.

In the morning, his private helicopter flew to pick them up directly, and two hours later, they landed steadily on the No. [-] apron in the Gulf.

Affected by the typhoon weather, it is raining in Los Angeles and the air is damp and cold.

The cabin door opened, Aunt Yun led a group of people holding umbrellas, and lined up to welcome them. Leng Yanxiu jumped down first, followed by Lin Xiaoting.

Her complexion was a little pale, she fainted all the way on the plane, and vomited several times, and now she feels in a trance.

After getting off the plane, someone held an umbrella for them respectively.

As she was walking, Lin Xiaoting suddenly stopped in her tracks and did not continue to follow his pace, but just stared blankly at his cold back in the rain and fog.

The three-day trip to Yuan City was like a dream, too unreal.

Now that she was back in Los Angeles, with the soles of her feet on the ground, she felt like she was about to wake up from a dream.

Lin Xiaoting knows better than anyone else that Leng Yanxiu is a man standing at the top of the pyramid, destined to be looked up to by others, not someone that an ordinary girl like her can easily approach.

Now that she woke up from the dream, all she had to do was to return to reality and leave Bay Nine.

The man who was walking in front stopped, and when he looked back, he found that the girl behind him hadn't followed up. He frowned, "Aren't you coming soon?"

Lin Xiaoting scratched her head and smiled stiffly, "Mr. Leng, thank you for taking me back to Los Angeles. Now, I should go!"

Hearing that she was going to leave, Leng Yanxiu's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he walked back to her, trying to persuade her badly, "It's raining."

"It's okay, I have an umbrella."

"Your foot isn't healed yet."

In fact, Lin Xiaoting's foot has already healed in sevens and eighties, thanks to Leng Yanxiu's timely treatment, otherwise it would not be possible to heal so quickly.

(End of this chapter)