Chương 437: 437, Big Light Bulb

Shi Huan looked at him, inexplicably reminded of Little Luoluo.

The little girl once drank soup too quickly, not being careful enough, got her tongue scalded, similar to Young Master Chu's situation right now, screaming in pain, asking for it to be blown cooled...

They were exactly the same.

"Hurry up!" Chu Xiuhuang said in displeasure.

Perhaps because she was reminded of Little Luoluo, Shi Huan bent down as if possessed and began blowing air towards Chu Xiuhuang.

Once.

And again.

The cool breeze carried a woman's fragrance, blowing over the scalded mouth and tongue tip, making Chu Xiuhuang feel instantly better.

Then his gaze inevitably fell on her face.

She was serious about helping him blow on it, thus her lips were slightly pouting. Even without lipstick, they were moist and tender, like two pieces of plump jello.

He couldn't help but think of what happened at the club.

Though he was a bit drunk at the time, he was still conscious, so he remembered that taste clearly.