Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 30 Naobudi CEO and his little green plum (26)

He has always known Lin Qinglan's feelings for him.

But the preconceived notion made him push her away again and again, never giving her a chance to get close.

... Fortunately, it is not too late to redeem now.

233 looked up at Qin Jiming, "The host..."

The hero looks at you in the wrong way!

That line of sight was unprecedentedly focused and hot, trying to melt the life in front of him.

Bai Ling blushed and lowered his gaze.

A meal was finished in Qin Jiming's unilateral pink bubble.

Bai Ling got up to clear the table.

Qin Jiming was one step ahead of her, stacked the bowls and chopsticks, and put them in the sink.

When he was about to turn on the faucet, Bai Ling pressed his hand.

The woman looked at him with beautiful eyes, and smiled softly, "You still have injuries on your hands, I'll come."

The two were very close, and when they were talking, Bai Ling's breath was like a piece of tulle, gently sweeping across his neck and cheeks.

Qin Jiming had originally made up his mind to help.

But by the time he realized it, he had already pulled out his hand as if he had been scalded, took a step back, and stumbled out of the kitchen.

Almost at the same time, the system beeped.

[Emotion value +5, current emotion value 90]

Bai Ling glanced at Qin Jiming's red ears from a distance, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

233 has lost sight of: "..."

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Qin Jiming was stunned on the sofa for a long time, before picking up the broken IQ.

He raised his hand a little anxiously to cover his face, and there was a slight heat from the back of his hand.

Qin Jiming immediately realized that he was blushing.

He glanced at the kitchen guilty, stood up and went straight to the bathroom, scooped up water and poured it on his face.

The cool water finally calmed his mood.

Qin Jiming breathed a sigh of relief, habitually touched the towel rack, and pulled off a towel to wipe his face.

The moment the towel covered his face, a faint smell from it made him suddenly startled.

Not just because he remembered that this was not his towel.

It was even more because he instantly recognized that the smell was... the smell of shaving cream.

...Why is there such a thing as shaving cream in Lin Qinglan's home?

Qin Jiming's heart tightened, he wiped off the water on his face indiscriminately, and stared at the unfamiliar towel in his hand.

After a while, his eyes slowly shifted to the cabinet beside him.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly reached out and opened the cabinet door.

(End of this chapter)