Only I Understand His Tenderness

Part 38

<Only I understand his tenderness

Chapter 38
The night is like ink, so deep that it cannot be dissolved.

The breeze picked up lightly, rustling the leaves outside the window, breaking the silence.

Ming Zhu looked up at Lu Zhuo Feng.

His eyes were darker than the night, and there were emotions inside that she couldn't understand.

She turned her head and looked at the man outside the window. A poplar tree.

Lu Zhuo Feng still held her chin, his rough thumb gently rubbed her skin, and his voice was low, with a hint of coaxing: "Come on, tell me again, what happened to the dowry?"

Ming Zhu's lips trembled slightly, but she said firmly, "Whether you believe it or not, I really threw it away."

Lu Zhuo Feng: "..."

He straightened up, put his hands into his trouser pockets, bit his lower lip, and then let go.

He put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and looked down at her.

Finally, his lips pursed into a line, as if he was trying his best to endure his anger.

In fact, he didn't quite believe that she would do this, but her expression was serious and stubborn, and she wouldn't even give him a fake smile.

Ming Zhu didn't dare to raise her head and kept looking at the poplar tree outside the window.

The leaves were swaying gently in the wind, like shadows.

Lu Zhuo Feng leaned against the corner of her desk and asked coldly: "When did you throw it away?"

Ming Zhu was still looking out the window, "When you and Dr. Peng meet the parents."

...This is indeed possible.

After a moment of silence, Lu Zhuo Feng let out a deep breath, reached out and stroked the back of her head, running his long fingers through her black hair, which made her feel itchy, making the candle tremble slightly.

The next second, the man's hand rubbed the back of her head heavily, restraining his temper: "Ming Zhu, listen, I will settle this matter slowly when I come back."

Ming Zhu thought for a while, then looked up at him, "How to calculate?"

Lu Zhuo Feng still held on to the slightest chance that she didn't throw it away, and he had to see it to believe it.

Now that the relationship between the two has finally eased, he doesn't want to make the relationship between the two more tense.

Now he is chasing her and she has to be coaxed.

Even if she does something big, he still has to endure it.

Lu Zhuo Feng looked at her sideways, sneered meaningfully, and said in a deep voice, "Slowly, slowly, calculate."

Ming Zhu trembled inexplicably, and her face suddenly turned red.

She didn't know if she had misunderstood.

Looking at his expression, it was as cold as if he just said a harsh word.

She was a little unhappy, why was he still picking on her?

She stood up, grabbed her bag, took her crutches, and walked to the door, "It's my stuff anyway. What I want to do with it is my business. You have no control over it."

Lu Zhuo Feng watched the girl jumping and walking with difficulty, and most of his hardened temper was worn away in a short time.

He sighed softly, followed her, took her bag, and picked her up horizontally.