He's Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected!

Tang Feng let out a long sigh and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, “If you were my girlfriend, that would be one thing. But we are nothing to each other, so offending someone like that for you… sigh, it’s not worth it.”

The apology on Mao Anyi’s face deepened as she bowed again to apologize, “I am truly sorry for getting you involved in this. I am also very uneasy. Don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to ensure your safety.”

Tang Feng curled his lip, “You can’t even ensure your own safety, how can you ensure mine?”

Mao Anyi was at a loss for words.

Yes, that Mr. Gao had connections that reached to the heavens.

She couldn’t even protect herself, let alone Tang Feng.

“Miss Mao, before I die, I have a wish I hope you can help me fulfill,” said Tang Feng with a sense of despair in his voice, which was tinged with a hint of mischief.

“Mr. Tang, please tell me, as long as Anyi can do it, I will definitely agree,” Mao Anyi promised, full of guilt towards Tang Feng.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Tang Feng asked abruptly.

“Ah?” Mao Anyi didn’t expect him to ask that and was taken aback.

“I’m asking you, do you have a boyfriend?” Tang Feng repeated.

“No… no.”

From the moment Tang Feng entered the private room, Mao Anyi had been very composed and graceful, but now she showed a trace of panic.

“I don’t have a girlfriend either, so…”

Tang Feng’s eyes were fixed intently on her, as if hinting at something.

“I… I…”

Mao Anyi avoided his gaze and fumbled to pick up the teapot, trying to use the act of pouring tea to cover up her inner panic.

Because she was distracted, tea was spilling everywhere.

“It’s overflowing,” Tang Feng quickly warned her.

“Ah…”

Then came a scream from Mao Anyi when, due to her panic, the teapot tilted, and the scalding tea poured directly onto her leg.

She instinctively let go, and the teapot clattered onto the teatable.

Tang Feng hurriedly got up to check on her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine.”

Though Mao Anyi said she was fine, her face was painfully pale.

The water in that teapot had been kept boiling; the temperature was very high. How could she possibly be alright?

“Let me take a look,” said Tang Feng, knowing she was lying, and slowly squatted down in front of her.

Because she was wearing a long umbrella skirt, only half of her calves were exposed.

And because she had been kneeling, the tea had spilled onto her thigh.

To check the injury, he had to lift up the umbrella skirt.

“No… no need, I’m really okay…” Mao Anyi was somewhat shy.

“Shut up!”

Tang Feng was annoyed by her chatter and scolded her sharply.

Mao Anyi was immediately startled and watched him dumbfounded, with tears starting to well up in her eyes, looking pitiful.

Seeing her like this, Tang Feng had no choice but to explain, “Burns must be treated immediately, otherwise the wound might get infected. It could be serious and leave scars.”

When Mao Anyi heard that it could leave scars, she became somewhat panicked.

As a host, her appearance was very important. If there were scars on her thighs, she might not be able to wear short skirts in the future.

She then stopped talking and let Tang Feng lift her umbrella skirt above her thigh.

As the skirt was lifted bit by bit, two slender and fair thighs slowly revealed themselves to Tang Feng’s eyes.

Although these days you can see long legs everywhere, making people jaded,

But because those legs belonged to the host Miss. Mao, the visual impact on him was still tremendous.

Mao Anyi had been the dream girl of his college days.

No, she had been the dream girl of all the male students.

He had always thought she was unattainable and out of his league, belonging to a different world, with no possibility of intersecting with his in reality.

But he could never have expected that not only did they end up having a strange connection,

Right now, he was closely observing her long legs.

If his classmates knew, they would probably be jealous enough to want to strangle him.

When the skirt was lifted about ten centimeters above the knee, a swollen red patch appeared on her fair thigh, the temperature of that tea had been far from low.

He gently pressed with his finger.

Mao Anyi let out an involuntary whimper, immediately feeling extreme embarrassment.

Tang Feng didn’t notice her expression and was fully focused on the injury… on her leg.

Fortunately, the burn was only superficial, a minor skin injury.

He could, in fact, use the same method he had used on Jiang Zi’s burn, rinsing with running water.

But that method took too long, at least ten to twenty minutes.

In the last few days, he had been organizing the medical skills he had learned from the system and found a much simpler and more effective method.

He turned and grabbed a handful of Da Hong Pao tea leaves from the table, chewing them in his mouth.

The tea tasted good to drink, but it was somewhat bitter to chew.

However, he didn’t care; he chewed the tea leaves into a mushy pulp and then spat it out onto Mao Anyi’s leg and smeared it on.

“You…”

Mao Anyi felt a bit disgusted and instinctively tried to push him away.

“Shut up!”

Tang Feng scolded her coldly again.

Mao Anyi, having been rebuked by him twice in a row, sulked pitifully.

But soon she noticed a tickling sensation on her burnt skin.

She couldn’t help but let out a cry, and one leg curled up quickly, like a silkworm.

As Tang Feng smeared more, the itching grew stronger.

In the end, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She clutched Tang Feng’s shoulder tightly, biting her lower lip, trying to force herself not to make a sound.

But such things are uncontrollable, and the overwhelming itchiness caused her body to twist continuously.

This made her feel utter humiliation, as if she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

She had heard Tang Feng say that he was her fan.

Displaying such a posture in front of her fan was simply unbearable.

She would be too ashamed to face anyone in the future.