Chapter 52 Do you like him?

For a moment, Ming Zhao almost thought he was hallucinating.

At this moment, time and space seemed to be quietly distorted as the two people looked at each other, causing the world to lose its original order and gradually blurring out other pictures.

The sparsely fallen leaves cast golden light, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Sixteen-year-old Zhou Tingyun gently lifted her face, his eyes tender and caring. He blew gently on her wound and asked her if it still hurt.

Then, the scene in front of him dimmed slightly, and the young man's facial features gradually grew.

Twenty-nine-year-old Zhou Tingyun pinched her chin, his face stern, suppressing his inner anger as he questioned her, how could there be a sister kissing her brother?

The man's features hadn't changed much. On the contrary, time and experience had given him a more mature and restrained charm, making him more steady and dignified.

But at this moment it is gradually being broken.

Ming Zhao is a very greedy person.

But her greed was cultivated by Zhou Tingyun.

He was so good to her. He gave her the most expensive jewelry, the most beautiful dresses, and all his preferences, whether they were hers or not, whatever she wanted, he would give them to her.

She wants the brother who will always tolerate her, protect her and care about her, but she also wants Zhou Tingyun who will be jealous and envious of her and lose his composure.

So she breathed slowly, her eyes slightly widening.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Just the right amount of panic, confusion, and astonishment, like an innocent frightened deer, with clear and watery pupils, breaking into a world that did not belong to her.

In an instant, her chin was tightened, and she even felt a slight pain, forcing her to raise her face.

The man's always dignified and steady temperament underwent a subtle change at this moment, and even the gentle and gentlemanly woody scent suddenly became stronger.

Dangerous and sharp, it seemed to invade every inch of her in the confined space.

She felt as if the air was being sucked away bit by bit, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Even though she hadn't done anything yet, he was staring at her intently. Every subtle expression and every emotional fluctuation seemed to be visible.

"What am I saying?" His tone was still calm, but his hands were not gentle as he rubbed the corners of her lips hard.

"Zhao Zhao doesn't know?"

Ming Zhao clenched his fingertips and his heart skipped a beat.

"My mouth was swollen when I got out of the car, but I still pretended to be drunk to seduce my brother."

The blunt and pointed words pierced between the two of them like a sword.

Ming Zhao opened her eyes wide. She panicked uncontrollably for a moment when her secret was suddenly exposed, but she quickly managed to calm herself down.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she tried to turn her face away and break free from his shackles, "Let me go."

But it was all in vain.

He grabbed the lower half of her face, pressing his fingers hard against her cheeks, easily immobilizing her.

The thought that she might treat Lin Muqing the same way she treated herself, dark emotions gnawed at his already restless heart, as if a hole had been dug out in his heart and cold wind was constantly pouring in.

Zhou Tingyun looked at her quietly and asked.

"What is your relationship with Lin Muqing now?"

"None of your business." She tried to sound indifferent.

Zhou Tingyun seemed to have not heard her words. He held her hand and slowly inserted his fingertips into her fingers, with a hint of invasion, as if declaring an invisible possession.

The man's expression was calm, yet he spoke words that were totally unlike anything he would say.

"Do you like him? Does he know that you enter brother's room every day wearing only a suspender? Does he know that you kiss brother, sneak into brother's bed, and want to sleep with brother?"

He looked at Ming Zhao's suddenly flushed face with a gentle gaze.

"Zhao Zhao, why don't you think about the consequences before playing games?"

The slight pain in the chin and the itchiness from the fingertips kneading and rubbing together make one's scalp tingle.

Ming Zhao was almost suffocated by this atmosphere. His gaze seemed to be soaked in a wet cloth, tightly covering her face, cold and painful, covering her mouth and nose, depriving her of her breath.

Until the car stopped at the old house.

Finally, he let her go.

Ming Zhao had never suffered hardship since childhood, and his skin was delicate because of him. At this moment, there were red marks on his cheeks.

The car door opened and she was about to run down when her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled back.

He seemed to be consulting with her.

"Zhao Zhao, you're very tired today. Brother will carry you in, okay?"

It was a question, but it didn't allow her to refuse.

…

Being treated like a child is very shameful.

Especially when she was sitting steadily in his arms and had to face the servant's friendly smile.

The fallen leaves are swept aside, and the autumn air is cool, sweet and crisp, refreshing like mint, and filled with a faint fruity aroma, perhaps from an overripe and cracked pomegranate, or the sour and sweet hawthorn.

Ming Zhao bit his lip, his heart filled with anger. He turned his head away, letting his drooping hair cover his face.

He used extremely deceitful behavior to cover up his embarrassment.

Back in the study, the girl was placed in his large office chair, revealing her wrists and ankles bound by a tie.

The dark tie was of fine texture and shone slightly under the light, making her skin look even whiter. At this moment, it was tightly wrapped around her, carrying a mysterious and obscure meaning.

The man glanced at her calmly, seeing that she was pouting with dissatisfaction, but he had no intention of letting her go.

The family meeting between siblings, which was unilaterally interrupted due to Ming Zhao's departure, was resumed.

If you ignore the contrast between the dark tie and the radiant skin tone, you might think he's a serious brother who cares about his younger generation and is educating his younger sister about emotional issues.

But he was asking her not to meet Lin Muqing again.

Ming Zhao couldn't move his hands or feet, and could only glare at him angrily, "Why? What did I do to you if I went to see Lin Muqing?"

Zhou Tingyun said calmly: "People of the same age are more suitable for you."

Ming Zhao thought he was being unreasonable. "Why are you interfering in this? I just like people who are older than me, isn't that okay?"

Zhou Tingyun spoke patiently in a gentle voice.

"Zhao Zhao, you're still young, so it's normal for you to have a filter for older men. But in a few years, when you're still young and the other person is already middle-aged, you might regret your current choice."

Ming Zhao was furious. Was he trying to persuade her or himself? Could he agree to it if it was Zhou Qi'an?

When she was talking to her peers, who was the person standing behind her and staring at her?

Sporadic fire crackled, and Ming Zhao angrily added fuel to the blazing fire on the dry wood that was about to burn, not thinking that he might be burned to death.

"Mommy has agreed, and she likes Brother Mu Qing very much. It's none of your business!"