Only I Understand His Tenderness

Part 43

<Only I understand his tenderness

Chapter 43
When people are provoked, they may do drastic things.

Ming Zhu was sure that Lu Zhuo Feng was angry, but she was also sure that he would not do anything excessive to her, and he was reluctant to let her go.

She patted him on the shoulder a few times and shouted angrily: "Put me down quickly, or I will complain to your chief when I get back."

Lu Zhuo Feng stopped at the landing of the second floor stairs and pressed her against the wall. He held her waist with one hand and supported the wall with the other.

Ming Zhu was suspended against the wall, looking down at him, feeling a little ashamed.

The moonlight shone through the stairway on the second floor and shone on each other's faces.

Ming Zhu's face suddenly turned red. Their current posture was too ambiguous.

She put her hands on his shoulders and his face was facing her chest.

He was looking up at her with deep eyes.

"Then you threw away the dowry, who should I complain to?"

"..."

He whispered: "Huh?"

Ming Zhu turned away and struggled a few times, "Put me down first."

Lu Zhuo Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and put the person down.

He still remembered that her legs were not fully recovered, so his movements were very gentle.

His hands were still tied to her waist, and he was still pressing against her.

He asked in a cold voice: "Talk, who am I looking for Complain?"

She was a little angry.

Why did he take it for granted that the dowry should be his, and should she be eaten to death by him?

She turned her face away and said with a stubborn temper, "Did I embroider your name? Did I tell you that it must be for you?"

He lowered his head and licked the corners of his mouth, breathed a sigh of relief, pinched her chin, pulled it back, raised it, and forced her to look at him, "You didn't embroider my name? Are you lying again?"

In fact, he had never seen the dowry at all.

After she told him that the dowry was embroidered for him, the two of them didn't meet for much time.

She was young and shy at that time, and she blushed when he tried to ask a few questions. refuse to answer.

He had no choice but to guess. He tried several guesses but failed to get it right.

Finally, he asked with a smile: "It can't be my name, right?"

She stopped talking.

Therefore, Lu Zhuo Feng felt that even if his name was not embroidered, it might have a lot to do with him.

Ming Zhu remained silent.

He lowered his head and came closer, his breath covering her face, "Don't tell me?"

She bit her lip: "Throw it away."

"say it again."

"threw."

Lu Zhuo Feng's face was also cold.

He straightened up and moved farther away from her. His eyes were scanning her face.