I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions. He had done this kind of thing countless times in that dream, and he didn't know whether he was doing it consciously or unconsciously now.

He noticed that Xie Yuhua's expression wasn't quite right, and assumed that she was embarrassed to say it because he was dirty. So he withdrew his hand and said awkwardly, "The sofa isn't good for your neck. It's more comfortable to sleep in bed."

After saying that, Ling Xiao was about to get up when Xie Yuhua grabbed his arm. Her eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. When she saw that Ling Xiao's right cheek was slightly swollen, she frowned and felt a little guilty.

Ling Xiao watched as Xie Yuhua's expression shifted from one thing to another, and he couldn't quite understand what he meant, so he simply stopped trying to guess and said, "I'm going to wash up."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuhua released his grip, lay down on the bed, and recalled the feeling he had just experienced. The feeling Ling Xiao had given him was clearly that of an older brother, and he was certain he hadn't mistaken him.

What exactly is going on? Could Ling Xiao really be the older brother? If he really is the reincarnation of the older brother, then he shouldn't be 20 years old now. If he wasn't reincarnated, then what's wrong with Ling Xiao's body? Why doesn't he come to acknowledge me? Does he even remember me?

When Ling Xiao came out of the bathroom, Xie Yuhua looked in his direction.

Ling Xiao's hair was still dripping wet, spreading down his slender neck. His well-defined fingers were casually wiping his hair. His gray bathrobe opened in a V-shape as he wiped his hair, revealing his snow-white skin and exquisite muscle lines. The wound on his face did not affect his good looks; on the contrary, it made him look somewhat roguish.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Ling Xiao asked while drying his hair.

"Why did you wash your hair? Didn't the doctor tell you not to get it wet?" Xie Yuhua sat up anxiously when she saw that he had washed his hair.

"It's okay, it's already scabbed over." Ling Xiao didn't care about his wound at all. He plopped down in the chair, tilted his head back, put the towel on his face, and casually spread his legs wide, resting his arms on the back of the chair.

Although no vital parts were exposed, Xie Yuhua still noticed that Ling Xiao... wasn't wearing anything...

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes..." Xie Yuhua was at a loss, unsure whether to speak up or not. His ears were already turning red.

Ling Xiao looked at him, and as he moved his head, the towel fell down. Ling Xiao ignored the towel, and just slightly curled the corners of his mouth as he said to Jieyuhua, "Didn't Brother Xiaohua want to be with me? Were all your words about liking me just lies?"

Although that's what he said, Ling Xiao's tone was full of seduction. He put one arm around Xie Yuhua's neck, his fingers gently caressing her, and whispered enticingly, "If we get together, what Brother Xiaohua will see in the future will be more than just this."

The warmth of his fingers caressing the back of her neck made her feel a little too close. Xie Yuhua felt her whole body getting hot and wanted to back away, but Ling Xiao had no intention of letting her go. He said, "Little Flower Brother hurt me like this, aren't you going to give me any compensation?"

"What...?" Before Xie Yuhua could finish speaking, she noticed that Ling Xiao was getting closer and closer to her, and his head was tilted slightly. The tip of Xie Yuhua's nose was already touching Ling Xiao's cheek. Anyone could tell what would happen in the next second.

Jieyuhua was a little nervous and expectant. This was his first kiss. He had heard that you should close your eyes when you kiss. He was ready, but he did not feel that soft touch on his lips. He could only feel his breath on his face.