Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1630
Chapter 1630: Chapter 1612: Can't You Save Me From Drowning? At Least Perform Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation! _1 Chapter 1630: Chapter 1612: Can't You Save Me From Drowning? At Least Perform Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation! _1 “Miss Jiang, I'm sorry. Wei Shumin has inhaled water and is weak. I'll take her back to Fluttering Snow Residence first.”
Lin Jinhao's mind and eyes were full of Wei Shumin, unable to take heed of anything else, and he did not hear the conversation between his third brother and her.
“Manyun is fine. Please do as you wish, Eighth Master.”
Jiang Manyun covered her chest, pretending to be weak and coughing a few times, avoiding his gaze, not looking at him anymore.
“I'm sorry.”
Lin Jinhao felt guilty for not being able to save her in time and apologized.
“Eighth Master, there is no need to worry. Manyun is already fine.”
Jiang Manyun wrapped herself with clothes, supporting herself with her hands to stand up.
“Sigh.”
Lin Jinhao sighed lightly, no longer delaying, and rushed away holding Wei Shumin.
Jiang Manyun watched him run far away, used a small magic spell to dry her clothes and hair.
She pulled off Lin Jinzhou's clothes, stared at them for a few seconds, and threw them into the Lotus Pond.
She retraced her steps, planning to return to the winery.
After walking less than ten meters, she stopped, hesitated for a few seconds, and turned back again.
Lin Jinzhou's clothes were floating on the surface of the water, already more than half wet. She waved out a white silk handkerchief and rolled the clothes back.
“You're the stupid one, ridiculously stupid, you can't tell the real from the fake. Don't think that after saving someone, you have the right to lecture others. I don't care about you.”
She held the wet clothes and complained for a while, still feeling unsettled. She rubbed the clothes forcefully, threw them back into the water, and left.
This time, she did not look back, walking swiftly, and within moments, she disappeared from sight.
“Cough. Cough.”
A soft cough sounded from the branches of a parasol tree not far from the Lotus Pond.
Lin Jinzhou leaned against a branch, watching the clothes floating in the water, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
“Hehe.”
“Hahaha.”
A group of adorable pets had a great time watching the show, laughing out loud.
*
Fluttering Snow Residence.
Lin Jinhao held Wei Shumin tightly as if the wind was pushing them into the courtyard and directly dashed into her room.
“What happened? What's going on?”
Lin Qingluo pretended to be ignorant, and followed with Zizhu, full of concern.
“Sister, Shu Min has drowned. Please save her!”
Lin Jinhao placed Wei Shumin on the bed, speaking incoherently in anxiety.
Lin Qingluo glared at him fiercely.
Can't you save someone from drowning?
Try mouth-to-mouth resuscitation then!
What a waste of the perfect opportunity that your sister created for you!
*
“Sister.”
Seeing his sister not responding, Lin Jinhao shouted anxiously again.
“She'll be fine. Let her take a hot bath, and she'll drive off the cold.”
Lin Qingluo stared at her foolish little brother for a few seconds, then took out a Spirit Pill and stuffed it into Wei Shumin's mouth, sighing ruefully.
“I'll go heat the water.”
Lin Jinhao didn't think too much, and rushed to the kitchen like the wind.
“Miss.”
Zizhu volunteered: “I'll help Shu Min change her clothes.”
“Alright.”
Lin Qingluo checked Wei Shumin's pulse, and seeing her without any serious problems, she finally relaxed, stepped across the threshold, and headed to the kitchen.
*
In the kitchen, the smoke curled up as Lin Jinhao lit the firewood, continuously fanning so that the flames would burn more vigorously.
Lin Qingluo walked slowly, her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the door frame, looking at him with slanted eyes.
“Sister.”
Lin Jinhao felt his scalp tingle as he felt two piercing gazes on him. He smoothed his damp hair, averted his gaze, and did not dare to make eye contact with his sister.
“Eighth Brother.”
Lin Qingluo teasingly smiled: “Tell me the truth. How long have you liked Shu Min?”
“Cough. Cough.”
Lin Jinhao did not expect his sister to ask so directly. His hand fanning the firewood paused, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter end
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