Suddenly, a strong arm stretched out from behind and took away the sickle in her hand.
The hand was well-proportioned and had slender fingers.
Shen Rumei was startled and looked up, only to see Mo Chuan dressed in black, with a belt around his waist, tall and tall, his back to her, silently mowing the grass in front of him.
Although he was cutting grass, his every move was elegant and noble. Just his back view was pleasing to the eye.
Shen Rumei asked herself that she was not a beauty person, but she was still attracted by him.
After a while, she came back to her senses.
"Why is it you?" Her voice was cold, with a hint of displeasure.
This man looked indifferent, but he followed him like a candy. What did he mean
Mo Chuan said nothing and continued to cut the grass. He moved his arm gently and soon cleared a large area of the road, allowing her to pass without hindrance.
He walked up to her, silently placed the scythe beside her, and looked at her.
Shen Rumei was also looking up at him.
The sun shines from behind him, and although it is backlit, it makes his facial features appear more clear and three-dimensional.
His eyes were dark and clear, filled with a look she couldn't understand. He stood in front of her, noble and elegant, like a high and mighty king.
King
She smiled self-deprecatingly.
If he was really the king, why would he mow her grass
"Tell me, why are you following me?" Shen Rumei was annoyed. She sat on the ground, rubbing her sore ankles, cursing inwardly that her body was really useless.
After walking for only half a day, my legs were so tired that I couldn't walk anymore.
Mo Chuan said nothing, his eyes fell on her ankles, and suddenly he stretched out his palm and held her feet.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Shen Rumei was shocked and tried to pull back, but couldn't.
Without saying a word, Mo Chuan took off her shoes, easily wrapped the soles of her feet with one hand, and controlled her ankles with the other hand. He massaged her with just the right amount of heat from his palms.
Shen Rumei felt a little itchy at first, and then her whole foot and calf developed a numbing feeling.
It was comfortable and made her heart beat faster.
Her face suddenly felt inexplicably hot.
"Let me go!" She gritted her teeth: "I am the doctor myself and I don't need you."
Mo Chuan remained silent, but did not let go of her feet and continued to massage her ankles.
"If you don't let go, I'll be rude to you!" Shen Rumei raised her eyebrows in a threatening tone.
Mo Chuan suddenly raised his head and looked at her with a pair of black eyes. His eyes were a little sad, but also a little sweet. They were so complicated that she couldn't understand them at all.
She was stunned, then suddenly stopped struggling and allowed him to massage her.
"Okay." He let go of his hand and let go of her feet.
Her face felt inexplicably hot again.
At that moment she was actually a little disappointed, as if she hoped he would press her for a little longer.
She was secretly angry with herself.
After standing up and walking a few steps, the pain in my sore calves disappeared, and I just felt that my fatigue was gone.
"Thank you." She said three words in a stiff tone.
Mo Chuan didn't speak anymore. He reached out to pick up the baggage she was carrying and put it on his back. He bent down to pick up the sickle, and then looked at her quietly.
Shen Rumei immediately understood what he meant.
"I don't need you to follow me. I want to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Do you understand? If you have nothing to do, just find a place to play by yourself. Don't follow me!"
She said with a straight face and a little angry.