Jin Shao is my white moonlight

Chapter 930 How long can she endure?
"Forget it, anyway, let's waive this customer's bill first. After all, she fainted, and our restaurant is also mainly responsible..." Epland held the bill in his hand, shook it, and looked at it The amount of money couldn't help hooking the corners of his lips.

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the girl lying on the stomach.

But before his words fell completely, the girl's hand moved slightly.

Epland deliberately bent down, looked at her closer, and found that she boldly and quietly opened her eyes, as if sensing that someone was observing her, the girl quickly closed her eyes again.

Hmph, as expected, it was just an act.

Epland thought to himself, but didn't expose her directly.He looked at the girl, took a few steps closer, bent down and stretched out his arms to easily hug her. He could clearly feel her tense limbs due to tension.

Epland hooked her lips, but then gently laid her flat on the ground.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with carpet, so it didn't hurt much when it landed.

But the manager standing aside looked at the scene in front of him, but he was very puzzled. Could it be... Isn't it necessary to call an ambulance?
He looked at Eplan hesitantly, wondering whether he should speak at this time, or just pretend to be dumb, lest he would annoy Eplan even more and make himself unable to get along in the whole industry.

Epland knelt on one knee and half-kneeled on the ground, looked up at the obtrusive manager, and then deliberately asked: "Manager, under normal circumstances, how do you first rescue unconscious people?"

"Ah?" The manager was stunned by the sudden question. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead again, opened his mouth slightly to look at the girl lying on the ground, and then at Epland who was so unhurried. look like.He replied very uncertainly: "Human...artificial respiration?"

"Well, it seems to make sense." Hearing this, Epland nodded, and asked again: "What if you still have shortness of breath?"

Or... short of breath?The manager originally heard Epland's approving response and thought he was relieved that he had escaped a catastrophe, but he didn't expect that he still had problems.If you still have trouble breathing, what should you do?

The manager thought desperately, his eyes fixed on the girl lying on the ground.

"Untie...untie the neckline? Raise your head slightly?" The manager closed his eyes and answered cruelly.

When Epland heard this, he chuckled lightly. He looked away and landed on the girl with her eyes tightly closed.He leaned down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, "Do you think I should do artificial respiration? Or should I unbutton it first?"

The tone of voice rose slightly, and it sounded full of flirting.

The girl's long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hands that were inadvertently clenched into fists hanging on both sides also tightened.The slender knuckles were tightly clasped, and the knuckles that were whitened from endurance were obviously protruding.

Epland took in all her little moves, and hooked the corners of his lips again. He wanted to see how long she could endure it?
A hint of malice slipped in Epland's heart, and he lowered his body a little more, the face that was originally close to her ear slipped past, and turned to face her.

The warm breath is only separated by that little distance that is almost invisible, overflowing continuously.

Epland propped one hand on the ground, keeping his posture still.

(End of this chapter)