Chapter 37 Want me to throw you down?

His careless tone startled a flock of white doves...

Ning Fengsheng raised his hand to catch the falling blue rose, but his palm was covered with petal debris.

"Brother Jue is so nice!" Lin Lacy held up a small umbrella, her silk skirt swept across the Black Buck Rose, and her sweet laughter echoed shrilly.

Ning Fengsheng's whole body stiffened. This place is called Rose Garden...

If all the roses are dug up, what is the meaning of the name?

"Brother Jue, can you push me on the swing?" Lin Leixi pointed at the swing frame with her fingertips...

That was the swing that Nanchuan Shijue made for Ning Fengsheng himself!

Ning Fengsheng felt cold all over and was nauseous, almost vomiting.

"Push it higher." Lin Leixi was not wearing shoes, her white feet were dangling in the air, and her ankle bells were jingling.

Once upon a time, Ning Fengsheng didn't need to wear shoes, because Nanchuan Shijue was holding him, so he didn't have to walk at all...

"Higher, the baby likes to fly..."

Ning Fengsheng stood there far away, his face pale and bleeding, his fingers tightly grasping the flower vine beside him.

The sharp thorns of the rose pierced her palm, but she was completely unaware.

Blood dripped onto the white rose petals, staining them with a seductive color...

"These thorns are an eyesore."

Lin Leixi suddenly tore off the rose that was climbing on the swing frame, and the thorns left red marks on her palm.

"It will all be cleared away tomorrow."

Nanchuan Shijue's voice came wrapped in ice chips.

Although it was spring, Ning Fengsheng felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, and his whole body was shivering.

Are all these flowers going to be raked up tomorrow? All the roses in the rose garden, including this swing set that's clinging to them...

In the evening, as the night grew darker, Nanchuan Shijue stood on the terrace, his eyes fixed on the figure in the garden, his gaze never moving away.

"Brother Jue, she stayed in the garden all afternoon and was very sad..."

“…”

"Will you really shovel all the roses tomorrow?"

Actually, Lin Leixi liked roses, but these were planted by Nanchuan Shijue for Ning Fengsheng, and she didn't want to keep any of them...

"If you don't shut up, I'll shovel your mouth first," he tugged at his collar impatiently, his heart aching with panic.

Ning Fengsheng, he wanted to find a hint on her face that she cared about him.

This game that made her jealous actually caused him to suffer and torment in his heart!

Ning Fengsheng enjoyed the night breeze for a long time before returning to the house. Suddenly, he noticed a figure standing on the terrace on the first floor.

"Brother Jue, the wind is a bit strong at night."

"cold?"

Nanchuan Shijue took off his coat and wrapped the woman in his arms.

Ning Fengsheng quickened his pace and ran past like a gust of wind.

Lin Leixi leaned in and rubbed against him: "Brother Jue, feel my hand. Is it cold?"

"Your body temperature is two degrees above the dead body."

Nanchuan Shijue looked at Ning Fengsheng's fleeing back and threw the woman in his arms aside.

Lin Leixi was thrown out and stumbled, almost losing her balance...

This man takes advantage of everyone without waiting a second.

…

In the studio, Ning Fengsheng sat blankly in front of the blank canvas, his mind empty.

After learning that the roses were to be uprooted, she was reluctant to leave and stayed in the yard for the entire afternoon...

I have never cared for any of the plants and trees in the rose garden before...

Only now did I realize that she had deep feelings for this place.

Three years later, after her 18th birthday, Nanchuan Shijue bought this place and moved in with her.

Everything here was arranged bit by bit by the two of them, and each item is engraved with memories.

Nanchuan Shijue has a lot of properties, including larger manors and more luxurious mansions.

But she lived in Rose Garden, so he liked to come here...

Even after they broke up, he gave her many properties, but still did not give her the Rose Garden.

Of course, he wasn't being stingy. Ning Fengsheng had originally suspected that he was reluctant to part with the rose garden. If he gave it to her, he would lose all connection with her...

But now it seems that she was being too sentimental.

All traces of her in the house were erased bit by bit, even the flowers and plants were not spared.

It should no longer be called Rose Garden.

She mixed turpentine and wanted to paint a picture of the rose garden in her memory. After all, it would be very different tomorrow.

As dusk fell, warm light slowly streamed into the studio along the Gothic carved window frames.

Ning Fengsheng picked up his brush and sketched a pair of eyes on the canvas - the tails of his eyes were long and narrow, with a bit of natural arrogance and laziness, and the lines of his brow bones were as sharp as a knife, casting a small shadow just right, making the eyes look deeper.

There are a few strands of black hair on the forehead, cut by the light into distinct light and dark. The texture of the hair is delicate and realistic, as if it will be blown by the wind in the next second.

"Who do you draw?"

The man's deep voice sounded.

Ning Fengsheng was startled and felt the man's figure looming over her. The aura unique to the Nanchuan noble surrounded her.

"Who do you care who I draw?" Ning Fengsheng bit his lip. He wasn't going to accompany Lin Leixi anymore? What was he doing here?

"It's a man." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes darkened as he looked at the canvas that only showed the outline of a man's hair and eyes...

Ning Fengsheng was afraid that he would see through her: "Get out."

"It looks like my eyes." Nanchuan Shijue stared at the painting, his heart pounding. "Are you painting me?"

Ning Fengsheng's face was expressionless, and his tone was filled with obvious impatience: "You are being too sentimental."

"If it's not me, then who is it?!" His voice was even deeper than before, with a hint of danger.

His bony fingers gently tapped the eyes on the canvas. "Look into my eyes and tell me, do you dare to say that these eyes are not painted by me?"

Ning Fengsheng's heart skipped a beat: "Nonsense, your eyes are not that beautiful."

Nanchuan Spyker got angry...

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the anger burning in him.

He grabbed Ning Fengsheng's shoulders.

His strength was so great that it seemed as if he could crush her bones.

The next second, he pushed her hard against the cold wall.

Nanchuan Shijue leaned over and approached her, and the distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.

His thin lips brushed against the corner of her lips with an unquestionable strength, yet a hint of restrained tenderness inexplicably revealed in the biting, as if he was punishing her, or as if he was longing for her.

"Draw me."

“…”

"Shengsheng...you haven't drawn me yet."

His voice was low and hoarse, with an almost commanding tone, yet concealed a subtle pleading.

"No." Ning Fengsheng pushed him hard, her palm touching the warm and solid texture under his shirt. The touch made her heart tremble, but it also made her more determined. "Let me go!"

Instead of letting go, he held her tighter and kissed her more fiercely, like an annoyed leopard with uncontrollable anger.

Ning Fengsheng's heart ached when he thought about the intimate actions between him and Lin Leixi.

He also seemed to have the scent of that woman on him...

"Go away, don't touch me..." She pushed harder and harder, turning her head to avoid his kiss.