Chapter 1181: Why Aren’t You Being Good
The black umbrella sheltered Tang Mo’er and the snow wasn’t landing on her, but her hands were still outside.
The corners of Lu Yeming’s lips were raised, his enigmatic voice sounding gentle as he said, “Don’t just keep playing with the snow, be careful not to catch a cold.”
“Got it.”
Seeing the snowfall, it was so pure and Tang Mo’er’s heart was comforted and she finally revealed a genuine smile.
But she still had some regrets.
If only she could watch the snow with Niuniu, if only she could build snowmen with him and throw s...o...b..a.l.l.s at him.
As the thoughts lingered in her mind, Tang Mo’er was starting to get sleepy. Leaning over, she rested her head on Lu Yeming’s broad shoulder.
She closed her eyes.
Within moments, she had fallen asleep. Lu Yeming could hear her light breathing beside his ears.
He looked with the corner of his eye.
He looked for a really long time, lifting her hand suddenly, wanting to caress her face.
But her lips suddenly moved, muttered, “Mr Gu…”
She was calling out for Mr Gu.
She missed Gu Mohan so much.
Lu Yeming’s hand suspended in mid-air hearing that. A few seconds later, he retracted his hand and a smile hinted at the edges of his mouth. He picked up the book he brought out with him.
The snow was everywhere and he just sat on the swing, making sure Tang Mo’er was well-sheltered under the black umbrella while his shoulder was covered in snow.
The swing continued moving while Tang Mo’er’s pink maxi dress moved around like gentle waves.
At that moment, everything was wonderful.
…
It was chaos outside. Many socialites opened their windows, watching the magical snow.
—-Wow, it’s snowing in autumn. It’s so beautiful and romantic.
—-Why is it snowing in autumn?
—-I have no idea, but it’s probably some man trying to make his woman happy.
—-Why don’t we go outside and play in the snow?
Many maidens climbed up and went outside, playing happily with the snow.
On the other hand, Jun Xiqing hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Sister Mo’er was in a bad situation and she felt really uneasy inside.
She had to worry about Lu Yeming that beast, would he suddenly barge inside her room and a.s.sault her?
Caught in a predicament, she was reminded of Ah Da and the officer’s death and her heart wrenched in pain. But now she was stuck in the West Palace, having to deal with such a strong opponent like Lu Yeming. She really had no chance of winning.
She heard some sounds outside. “Hurry up and look, it’s snowing outside.”
Snowing?
Jun Xiqing got down from her bed, walking over to the window. Pus.h.i.+ng the window open, there were specks of snow floating around.
It really was snowing.
She stretched her hand out and a snowflake landed on her palm.
It was late autumn, there was no way it would start snowing now unless it was intentional. That person must be a powerful person to make it snow.
Who was it?
Jun Xiqing looked over, spotting two familiar figures outside.
On the lawn, Lu Yeming sat on the swing, holding an umbrella up while Tang Mo’er was asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. The night breeze approached and Tang Mo’er’s pink maxi dress was blown onto his tailored trousers.
Jun Xiqing’s expression changed.
Lu Yeming got up, bending over to pick up Tang Mo’er before he brought her inside.
The two disappeared.
There was a book left behind at the swing.
Jun Xiqing stood in front of the window, not moving even after a long while. She clenched her fist, holding the red pea in her palm.
When she opened her palm again, her hand was covered in cold sweat.
…
The next morning.
The bright morning rays shone through the curtains, Feng Lingxue’s lashes moved and she slowly opened her eyes.
A handsome face appeared right in front of her once she opened her eyes.
Xuan Ying.
She was in Xuan Ying’s arms.
His muscular arm was around her slim waist while her head was on his chest. She could hear his powerful heartbeat and masculinity at such close proximity, surrounding her with his warmth.
It felt really warm.
It felt really comfortable.
She took a glance at the surroundings, it clearly wasn’t her room. With its luxurious interior, sparkling chandeliers and obscenely ma.s.sive bed, it was his master bedroom.
Lifting her eyes, she stared at his handsome face.
Without his usual cold somberness, his face was somewhat gentle now and he appeared so harmless.
Her Brother Ying.
She wanted to stretch her hand out to caress his face. But it was only then she realized where her hand was placed.
Her face instantly flushed and she quickly retracted her hand.
W-Why was her hand there?
Suddenly her vision darkened and the man beside her opened his eyes, flipping around and pressing her down.
Xuan Ying had just woken up and his voice was still slightly hoa.r.s.e. “You’re trying to escape right after touching me in the wrong places?”
Feng Lingxue had both hands on his chest. “I-I didn’t…”
Xuan Ying leaned forward, sniffing her hair. “You’re so cheeky even while you’re asleep. Why was your hand on my crotch?”
“…”
Feng Lingxue clutched at his silky pajamas. She hadn’t, she really had no clue why her hand was there!
But now that she was caught red-handed by him, she really had no other way of explaining herself out of this situation.
It was so embarra.s.sing.
As she nuzzled her face against his chest, she murmured with heated cheeks, “I’m sorry…”
Xuan Ying looked at her desperate state with narrowed eyes. She really hadn’t done anything. She was totally clueless about it, he was the one who pulled her hand over and placed it on his crotch when she was asleep.
But now, he accused her of it. He loved bullying her and teasing her.
“Your apology is worth nothing, you should use your body to repay me.” He kissed her red lips.
Mmm!
Feng Lingxue’s pupils contracted. Her senses were far more sensitive in the morning and she could feel his masculine ferocity coming right for her. He forced her tongue into her mouth, exploring the sweet juices inside so overbearingly.
He tried to take off her clothes.
“D-Don’t do this…” Without taking the aphrodisiacs, her body quickly stiffened from his touch.
Sensing her alarm, Xuan Ying let go of her lips, sitting up to look at her with a sharp, piercing gaze. Looking at her pale face, he questioned her, “Why aren’t you being good?”
Feng Lingxue shook her head. “No, I think I have… my period…”
What?
Xuan Ying lowered his head to check. His black silky pajamas had some red stains on it, she had dirtied his clothes.
Feng Lingxue wasn’t lying, she could feel something warm gush down below. She really had her period.
The man’s face was so dark it was like the bottom of a burnt pot. Many men were concerned with their cleanliness and thought of menstrual periods as dirty and Xuan Ying was no exception.
Sitting up immediately, Feng Lingxue practically leaped off of him. “I’m sorry, please don’t be angry. It wasn’t on purpose.”