Although Lin Tian knew Wen Lingyan was probably flattering him, he still felt a bit elated inside.
When they arrived at Wen Lingyan's house, Lin Tian helped her to sit down on the living room sofa.
"Don't move; I'm going to check and treat you now," Lin Tian said.
He then squatted down in front of her and took off the high heel on her left foot.
However, Wen Lingyan was wearing stockings, which made it inconvenient to observe her injury.
So Lin Tian said, "Could you take off your stockings? It's hard for me to assess your injury this way."
"I don't dare to move; it hurts whenever I do," said Wen Lingyan pitifully.
"Should I help you?"
Lin Tian said with a grin and then reached his hands into the pencil skirt around Wen Lingyan's hips.
Wen Lingyan's cheeks turned very red, and her brows still carried a strong look of innocence.
Suddenly, Wen Lingyan felt very clearly Lin Tian's fingers poking twice at that deadly spot.
