Chapter 162: Chapter 159: Xian’s Brother’s Obvious Misdeed
It didn’t sound like much, but only Wen Xian understood.
She turned her face, her gaze fixed on him intently.
Although his eyes were still looking ahead, a faint blush crept onto his ears.
She asked, her words seemingly carrying a hint of light laughter.
Her query seemed to suddenly stir him, and the next second, the hand holding hers suddenly tightened, and he pulled her towards himself abruptly—
She exclaimed in surprise, falling unexpectedly into his arms.
The posture in the car: “…”
Wen Xian’s breathing was a bit disordered, her hands pressed against his solid, broad chest.
The dim light in the cabin, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly; when she looked up at him again, she found herself lost in his dark, profound eyes.
He grasped her fingers, squeezing them slightly with a bit of force.
A soft murmur between breaths: “Hmm.”
Wen Xian, with a smile in her eyes, said, “What should we do, it’s not fixed yet.”
His body froze for a moment, but it was just a moment before Wen Xian felt him tighten his hold around her waist with one hand.
His chest heaved noticeably, his breath momentarily seeming a bit strained.
When he spoke again, he said in a deep voice, “Then why are you still tossing around ? Sit properly, I’ll take you back.”
But Wen Xian didn’t move, her gaze still steadily on him.
Meeting her earnest eyes again, Lu Xiao suddenly gritted his teeth, his long dark eyes narrowing slightly in a dangerous manner, and he said sternly, “Go back and sit properly!”
Wen Xian: “I don’t want to go back.”
At her words, he suddenly seemed a bit helpless, raising his hand to rub his forehead and scoffing lightly, “Then what do you want? I’m with you, not for your body, you know that.”
I’m with you, not for your body.
Somehow, hearing this, Wen Xian’s lips curled up slightly.
She spoke again: “You’re not, but I… ah…!”
Suddenly she was pinched hard somewhere on her body.
“Dare to say it’s because of that?”
His gaze suddenly turned deep and earnest, threatening her seriously yet dangerously.
Wen Xian, clutching her pinched waist and hips, nearly burst into tears:
“I hadn’t finished speaking! You’re not, and naturally, neither am I. How could I be that kind of person who only craves your body… look, I’m confessing to you in front of the whole nation…”
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she seemed; he really used his strength.
Such a cruel, bad man.
She raised her small fist and pounded it on his shoulder; Lu Xiao let her vent, but eventually he still grabbed her wrist.
Moving up slightly, he took her fingers and brushed them lightly against his lips, his dark, deep gaze filled with a bit of coaxing:
“Be good, I’ll take you back to rest first; you can’t strain yourself at this time.”
But Wen Xian was stubborn as ever: “I won’t go back. I don’t want to go back tonight, I want to stay out all night with you.”
He wiped his face, breathing deeply, seeming to be at a loss with her.
He said, “Do you know you’re torturing me?”
Every minute, every second.
Wen Xian, mischievously clear: “I know.”
Lu Xiao clenched his fist again and again, seeming truly to be at his wit’s end with her pressure.
Wen Xian suddenly took a bottle of water placed under the car window, unscrewed it, and began gulping it down.
Then, after drinking, when she looked at him again, her little tongue peeked out and suddenly, lightly licked her lips.
She leaned over and whispered something into his ear.
Lu Xiao’s mind exploded with a bang.
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