Chapter 343
Ning Qing glared at Lu Shaoming and reached for a grape.
After peeling off the skin, she ate all the glittering flesh. It was so sweet.
She looked up at the vine. There was a big round grape on it. The grape was wet with raindrops and was shining in the sunshine.
She reached for it.
She couldn’t reach it, so she tiptoed.
Then, a big hand reached over and easily picked the grape for her.
“Here you go.”
The man’s low, mellow voice rang in her ears.
“Yes, Ning Qing, Young Master Lu really has a good figure. He must have great physical strength in some aspects. Can you stand it?”
Ning Qing’s small, reddish face blushed. Girls nowadays were so unrestrained. What were they talking about?
Ning Qing ignored them, but her sparkling autumn pupils peeked at the man. Alright, she admitted that his figure was really great.
He has good looks, too.
Ning Qing looked far away, raised her lips, and laughed.
…
After playing for a while, everyone was soaked, so they went to the villa in the vineyard to change their clothes.
Ning Qing changed her clothes and went out. She was walking to the corridor, ready to go to the restaurant for dinner.
Walking along, she found that a room door was not closed. It was slightly ajar. She was curious and stood by the door to look in.
Lu Shaoming was inside.
The man had changed out of his wet clothes into clean trousers. He was not wearing a shirt and was half-naked.
Ning Qing took a look and didn’t know where to look anymore.
He was standing by the window, wiping his short, wet hair with a towel, and his casual appearance was somewhat wild and unruly.
Ning Qing thought it over carefully. They haven’t been together for more than five months.
Last night, he had relieved her pain and then carried her to his room. She refused to pay attention to him and went to bed wrapped in the blankets.
He went to take a bath. The door of the bathroom was not closed. The cold air wafted out. He was taking a cold shower.
After taking the bath, he came out but did not go to bed. Instead, he took a blanket from the cupboard and slept on the sofa in the room.
That was how they had spent the night.
She wondered why he was so strange. Since the plane crash, he seemed to restrain himself from touching her.
He wasn’t like this before.
What exactly happened?
Ning Qing was struggling to think, when a low, rich laugh came from the room. “What are you doing there? Peeping at me?”
Ning Qing’s small face was instantly like a steamed prawn. This was bad, she had been discovered.
She turned and ran.
But she couldn’t run because her slender wrist had been grabbed. She was pulled into the room, and with a boom, the man raised his long legs and kicked the door shut.
“You… What do you want?” Ning Qing pulled back her arm.
“Ning Qing, I should ask you that.” Lu Shaoming strode towards her with long legs.
Ning Qing stepped back in terror, her back directly against the cold wall.
With a bam, the man raised his right arm and propped it against the wall.
Being forced into this narrow space by him, Ning Qing’s entire sense of smell was swamped by his body wash. He had taken a bath.
She brought both of her small hands to his chest, trying to push him away. “Go away!”
The man remained motionless. He looked down at her two little hands.
Her palm burnt with his heat. His strong, textured muscles came in contact with her soft fingers, and crisp jolts of electricity traveled up the tips of her fingers, numbing her.
His burley skin against her fair and slender hands — it was an ambiguous visual stimulation.
She drew back her hand like lightning.
A shadow covered her. The man’s breathing gradually came close. Her red lips were touched; he had kissed her.
Ning Qing’s two small hands were held against the wall. Turning sideways and avoiding his kisses, her long, butterfly wing-like eyelashes trembled fiercely. “Lu Shaoming, don’t do this! Mmph!”
She was kissed.
“Lu Shaoming, let go. If you don’t let go, I’ll call for help!”
“Help?” The man’s voice was hoarse with some mockery. “Wifey, where’s your marriage certificate?”
“You… Mmph.”
She avoided him. He kissed her. She couldn’t escape his scent, his net.
…
In the hospital
Kong Lan rushed into the ward. She looked at Zhou Zhilei lying on the bed and with grief, said, “Zhilei, what’s wrong with you? How did you end up in the hospital?”