272. Happily carrying the blame

Qiao Xu's earlobe was extremely sensitive, and she trembled unconsciously when he touched it. Before she could dodge, her hand was wrapped tightly in Lu Moqing's palm, and she heard his deep voice ringing in her ear:

"You cunning little thing."

Qiao Xu: "..."

She looked at Lu Moqing with some disdain, frowning, "Can't you not say such cheesy things to me?"

Seeing Lu Moqing being indifferent, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you really hurt my brother, I'll stick to you for the rest of my life."

Qiao Xu was furious at his shameless remarks, but after a while, she smiled at him, "You should hurry to the urologist, and I'll pay for it, no matter how much it costs."

Lu Moqing deepened the smile in his eyes, "Aren't you a doctor? Help me check where did my brother get hurt?"

As he spoke, he pretended to unbuckle his belt. Expecting Qiao Xu to be too embarrassed to stay, but the woman in front of him just stood still, watching his waist with her arms crossed over her chest.