The man’s features were exquisitely handsome, his profile almost perfect like a sculpture, with a tall nose, long almond-shaped eyes, and those lips of just the right thickness... Thɪs chapter is updated by NovєlFіre.net
Oh my, he’s a top tier!
Seeing that he was staring intently at her, she awkwardly withdrew her arm and cleared her throat, "Sorry, I’m here to pick up Xiao Bao. I was afraid you... you wouldn’t let her go, so I had to..."
Thinking back on her sleazy thoughts from before made her face even more embarrassed, and she turned to leave, saying as she walked, "Well, if you have the time, come visit my place..."
Xiao Qing hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly she was pulled into a solid embrace, the man’s arms tightening very, very tightly, so much that her breathing grew increasingly difficult.
The man didn’t reply, the only response she got were his strong, forceful arms, so real.
Xiao Qing’s face turned beet red; she had just shamelessly told Da Bao that she was a black belt in Taekwondo, and even if she couldn’t win, she could escape.
Now, not so much escape, she couldn’t even move.
She felt the man’s grip as if he wanted to knead her into his body, even distinctly feeling his rapidly accelerating heartbeat.
After a while, Xiao Qing felt the man’s grip didn’t get stronger, she took a deep breath, "Sir, please let go of me. I don’t know why you are holding me, but if you let go now, I won’t pursue this matter."
The man indeed let go upon hearing her words, but the next second, he hoisted Xiao Qing sideways and headed into his house.
Xiao Qing thought to herself it was bad, she couldn’t understand the situation, but she knew clearly that being carried into the man’s house would be terrible.
As they passed the doorway, Xiao Qing tried hard to hook her foot on the door.
The man paused, gazing down at her, only to see her with a stern face, and an unfriendly tone, "Sir, I’ve been patient enough. If you don’t let me go now, I’m calling my husband over!"
The man’s gorgeously handsome face turned dark and chilly, his eyes showing a cold clarity, "Your husband? And yet you call me sir?"
Xiao Qing nodded vigorously like pounding garlic, "Yes, my husband knows I came to pick up Xiao Bao, and if he doesn’t see me come down in a bit, he will definitely come up to find me."
As Xiao Qing said these things, her face showed no blush, and her heart did not skip, as if it was all true.
The man’s face, chillingly void of any temperature, showed no fluctuation of emotion. He glanced at her foot hooked on the door; somehow, the next moment, Xiao Qing’s foot left the door, and he easily carried her inside.
Xiao Qing stayed silent.
In the face of absolute strength, anything she said would be in vain.
Once inside, she was placed on the sofa, and the man sat next to her, his long arm around her waist. She bowed her head, pondering her next move.
The living room was quiet, after a while, Xiao Qing couldn’t help but speak.
As soon as she spoke, she felt the air around her suddenly drop in temperature, followed by the sound of the man’s voice, deep as a bass.
She didn’t catch it clearly, he said it again: "Lu Jinyang, my name."
Xiao Qing nodded, willing to talk meant there was a chance to persuade him.
"Mr. Lu Jinyang, I don’t know why you want to hold me, but, I meant to say, my husband he..."
"It’s okay, I’ll wait for him to come."
What?! Waiting for a fictional character she made up?