Chapter 1393 - Are You Playing With Me?
Jun Xiqing, I am going to screw you!
Somehow, Jun Xiqing never expected the typically stern-faced Lu Yeming to speak so crudely.
Lu Yeming unfastened his belt.
He was for real this time.
Today, she had really angered him. But Jun Xiqing didn’t want to get up to any hanky-panky with him here. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and bit his Adam’s apple.
Lu Yeming was standing unsteadily. For the first time in his life, his two strong legs gave a violent shudder. He gripped her slender waist and pinned her against the wall.
Splash! Jun Xiqing took the opportunity to turn on the shower and water splashed down all over them. When Mu Yanfeng heard the sound, he realized that she must be showering, so he hurried away.
With that imminent danger resolved, Jun Xiqing finally heaved a sigh of relief. She glanced up to see Lu Yeming glaring at her with reddened eyes.
Jun Xiqing lifted her little face, her skin looking as fair and delicious as a smooth egg white under the light. It made one feel like taking a bite.
Lu Yeming held her soft hands and placed it on his black leather belt. “Help me put it on.”
He had taken off his belt earlier, revealing a bit of his underwear. Hm… it was black.
Jun Xiqing quickly drew back her hand.
“No? So you wish to do it with me?”
With that, Jun Xiqing gave in and quickly helped him fasten his belt.
As she was afraid of touching something she was not supposed to, Jun Xiqing fastened the belt in a very meticulous manner. Her face gradually turned red. This was a man whom one did not even dare to look at for too long.
How was his skin so good? Smooth, delicate and crystal-clear. It was like a freshly-blooming baby rose.
Faced with her close inspection, Lu Yeming felt like his throat was covered in a layer of ash. He licked his dry lips and said in a raspy voice, “When are you going to do it with me?”
Jun Xiqing’s hand shivered. What in the world was with this guy? He was constantly trying to have his way with her.
“The last time we did it we were still in the Capital. It’s been such a long time since I last touched you,” he continued.
Jun Xiqing fastened his belt and looked at him sternly: Be serious.
How was he not being serious?
Lu Yeming caressed her little face. “Alright, you can tell me now. What happened during the auction earlier? Did you regret it and no longer wish to be with me?”
Swallowing down a sigh, Jun Xiqing batted her long lashes and traced out the words on his palm: I need a bit more time.
“What do you mean?” Lu Yeming’s tone turned icy-cold.
Go back first. We need to be apart for some time…
Jun Xiqing didn’t manage to finish her writing. He grabbed her slender wrist and said coldly, “Jun Xiqing, are you playing with me?”
Jun Xiqing shook her head. She wanted to explain it to him. She wasn’t. She really wasn’t at all. So she drew back her wrist and held his hand, wanting to open it up to continue writing.
But Lu Yeming clenched his long fingers together, refusing to let her write.
“Jun Xiqing, I just want one answer from you. I am going back now, are you coming with me?”
Leave with him?
She couldn’t.
If she was not wrong, Yuan Ming had put a spell on her.
Yuan Ming was obsessed with Bei Yuewu and so he hated Lu Yeming, who was the son of Bei Yuewu and Murong Jiancheng.
It was clear Yuan Ming had targeted Lu Yeming on purpose. He wanted to make use of her to kill Lu Yeming.
As long as she was with Lu Yeming, he would be in danger.
Jun Xiqing shook her head slowly.
She rejected him.
Lu Yeming let go of her with resignation. He gave a wry chuckle before turning to leave.
…
Outside the door.
Lu Yeming walked down the corridor and instructed Fan Men, “From now on, keep a close eye on Jun Xiqing.”
“Your Highness, what happened?”
Lu Yeming’s deep, almond-shaped eye appeared to swirl with emotion, but on closer inspection, was calm again. “We’ll know when the time comes.”
An hour later.
Fan Men hurried over. “Your Highness, bad news. Ms. Jun is missing. She was led into a car by Yuan Ming.”
A flash of darkness crossed Lu Yeming’s eyes and he immediately boarded a sports car. The chilly night wind made his black trench coat thrash wildly in the air, giving him a cold and domineering aura.