"I didn't mean anything else..."
Glancing at Liiu Nai'er, whose pretty face was so red it could drip blood, Lin Tian's face grew somewhat embarrassed, and he hurriedly tried to explain.
But.
The more he explained, the weirder it sounded.
"Damn! That's so shameless! Holding onto the beautiful girl's fair leg and still making it sound so elegant and refined!"
Many men on the bus couldn't help but start making sarcastic comments.
Many of them stared at those wheat-colored, long legs and then at Lin Tian's hand resting on them, feeling a mix of envy, jealousy, and hate!
One after another, they wished they could take his place and firmly grab hold themselves.
And Liiu Nai'er, who was already somewhat alert, grew even more frightened.
Is this supposed to be stating the facts? It can't be a lie, right?
Liiu Nai'er pulled herself together, wondering whether to refuse his treatment as Phoenix Town wasn't far away, and she could get more assurance by going to the town hospital.