Only I Understand His Tenderness

63-2

Ming Zhu touched the bullet in her hand, raised her head and asked, "How old were you when you were shot for the first time?"

"22 years old."

Eight years.

"I will keep it well."

Ming Zhu hugged the man's lean and strong waist and rubbed her head gently on his chest.

"Be careful in the future and try not to get yourself injured. It doesn't matter even if you get injured. I will take care of you."

Lu Zhuo Feng lowered his head and stared at the delicate woman in his arms. His chest felt warm and he held her chin, lifted it slightly, and kissed her lips forcefully.

His deep eyes seemed to see her into his bones.

Ming Zhu remained silent and quickly raised her face to respond to him.

The next second, she was kissed more passionately by him.

She closed her eyes tightly and fell into his passionate kiss.

She felt like the world was spinning, her breathing was disordered, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't think of anything.

Lu Zhuo Feng bit her lips and gradually relaxed. He kissed her from the corner of her mouth to her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her ear.

His breath was hot and his voice was low, "It's too late. Sleep here tonight, okay?"

He bit her earlobe.

Ming Zhu trembled slightly and said in a low voice: "Yes."

He kissed her neck and said again, "Sleep in my room and make a bed for you?"

"Well..." She trembled again.

Lu Zhuo Feng sipped lightly on her neck, stood up, rubbed her head, pushed her down on the chair, walked to the closet and pulled out clean sheets.

Ming Zhu sat on the chair, her face flushed, and her eyes followed his figure.

His movements were crisp and clear.

Before she could recover, he had already made the bed.

Lu Zhuo Feng stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, "Would you like to take a shower?"

"Yes." Ming Zhu stood up.

Lu Zhuo Feng walked to the bathroom, took out a clean towel and toothbrush from the cabinet, and tried adjusting the water temperature for her.

He leaned against the bathroom door and stared at her, "Wear my pajamas?"

Ming Zhu blushed, "Okay."

Lu Zhuo Feng rarely lived at home, but he still had some clothes from the past. He took them out and smelled them.

They were still clean.

He put the clothes in the bathroom basket and looked at the blushing girl in the mirror amusedly, "The old clothes. The pajamas are a bit old and can barely be worn, so I'll make do with them tonight, eh?"

"Yeah."

She nodded and held the door to close it, "You go out first."

Lu Zhuo Feng lowered his head and smiled, turned around and left.

In fact, An Qing's room did have clothes.

According to the extent of her quarrel with He Chen, she would probably be able to come back every two months.

But after all, it was a girl's room and it was inconvenient to go in.

He didn't want to call An Qing to save the time. she yelled into the phone.