Su Tian is especially prone to mosquito bites; even if there's just one mosquito nearby, it will find her.
Qiao Yaoran saw her legs covered in welts, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on the back seat of the car, then started applying ointment for her.
Su Tian felt warm inside, and she puffed her cheeks and asked, "Uncle, do you always carry this ointment with you?"
"Yeah, I found out last time you attract mosquito bites, so I've been carrying it with me ever since."
Though it sounded warm and caring, Su Tian retorted, "I don't like being bitten by mosquitoes. They insist on biting me; what can I do?"
"You could avoid wearing such short skirts."
Qiao Yaoran never mentioned it before, but it didn't mean he didn't mind; Su Tian might not realize how alluring her legs were, and he really didn't want too many men to see them.
Su Tian protested, "It's so hot in the summer, not dressing this way would be so uncomfortable."
"Then here's two words for you—deserve it."
