Meimei stared at his slightly bent legs, frowning in confusion.
Since she came in, his posture hadn’t changed at all. Although it looked normal, she always felt that something seemed off...
Was it just her imagination?
"..."
Dan Tingye’s body went rigid, feeling as if he was encased in plaster, completely unsure of how to react.
How could he forget, since Meimei was able to become the successor of the Divine Doctor’s laboratory, she must have been secretly in touch with Diwu Zexuan for quite some time. In front of her, he feared that even the smallest sign of abnormality would be detected.
Dan Tingye tried hard to move his legs slightly to prove to her that he was really fine, but as soon as he moved, a numbing pain shot through his soles. The more he tried to move, the more that numbness turned into a piercing pain, spreading up from his soles.
In just a matter of seconds, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and in front of him, Meimei’s confusion grew heavier in her eyes. Seeing his hands always placed behind his back, she instinctively stretched her head to take a look.
She finally realized why she thought his posture was odd—his arms... yes! It was because of his arms!
Since she entered, his arms had been behind his back, seemingly supporting his entire body, causing him to slightly arc backwards.
This posture was similar to one favored by people with injured buttocks or legs.
Plus, he had never moved from his spot...
"Tingye, are your legs injured?"
Meimei’s nerves tightened, instinctively wanting to reach out to touch his thigh.
"I’m fine, don’t touch me!"
Dan Tingye quickly drew back his hand, stood up from the couch, his face turned unnaturally pale, and his hand at his side clenched into a fist.
"Sir..."
Yao, standing nearby, was startled to see him stand up independently, eyes wide with disbelief, wanting to speak but silenced by a glare from Dan Tingye.
"Tingye..."
Meimei was taken aback by his shout, instantaneously stunned, blinking her crystalline eyes at him helplessly.
"I’m fine, Meimei. You’re grown up now; you shouldn’t randomly touch a guy’s thigh." Dan Tingye frowned with annoyance, his panic-stricken expression searching for an excuse.
"I wasn’t randomly touching a guy’s thigh. I just wanted to touch yours..." Meimei paused as the words left her mouth, seeing Dan Tingye dumbfounded, hurriedly explaining.
"Tingye, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant I was worried about your leg. Your face looks bad, and you’ve kept your knee bent the whole time, I..."
Looking into Dan Tingye’s deep black eyes, she instantly choked.
The light in his eyes shifted with her unintentional words, transforming into a deep pool, fixated on her.
Gazing at her slightly open mouth, his long fingers brushed across her cherry lips, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Hm, I understand. You’re not intentionally trying to tease me; it was an accidental tease. I won’t blame you."
Meimei: "..."
A gigantic embarrassment!
Her charming little face blushed instantly, facing his teasing gaze, her cherry lips trembled but no words came out.
After a half-minute daze, she finally snapped back to reality, reaching out to pound against Dan Tingye’s chest.
"You’re deliberately making fun of me!"
It was initially just a gentle punch, Dan Tingye could have moved slightly to avoid it, but his legs were immobile, causing Meimei’s push to tumble him over!