Chapter 53 Coax You

When Cheng Cheng returned to the dormitory covered in sweat, he ran into Lu Shiyu who was rushing out.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you so anxious? What happened?"

Lu Shiyu did not respond and left quickly.

Cheng Cheng glanced at Lu Shiyu's computer screen, which was the school forum.

"He said he wouldn't read it, but he secretly opened an account." Cheng Cheng wanted to help him close the interface, but his eyes fell on the post that exposed the "mental illness" and he couldn't help but frowned.

The car stopped downstairs of Fu Mingshuang's dormitory, and Lu Shiyu sat in the car.

After he finished a phone call with Shen Ni, the screen of his mobile phone was lit up and remained on the page where the call was made.

Fu Mingshuang had 11 numbers, but had no reason to call them.

He turned off the screen of his mobile phone and sat in the car in depression.

When the moon was at its highest point, I finally saw Fu Mingshuang leaving the dormitory, wearing heavy makeup and dressed seductively.

Sure enough, she is not the kind of little girl who hides in the dormitory and cries when she is sad. If she is unhappy, she will go crazy.

Lu Shiyu got out of the car and stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

Fu Mingshuang didn't stop: "Do it."

Lu Shiyu looked at her wearing a low-cut miniskirt, with his ring still dangling on her chest.

So, will some random guy touch my ring later?

Lu Shiyu frowned, pursed his lips, and without saying a word, opened the car door and pulled Fu Mingshuang into the back seat.

"What are you doing, Lu Shiyu?" She struggled, punching and kicking him, venting her anger, hitting him desperately, "Did you wear a condom? You dare to come to me without a condom, you bastard! Bastard!"

The broken diamonds from the nails scratched a long bloody streak on his face.

Relying on his male strength advantage, Lu Shiyu put his entire weight on her, and with one hand he restrained Fu Mingshuang's wrists, fixing them above her head.

His palm easily covered the base of her thigh.

Fu Mingshuang was stunned, as if the armor he had pieced together with great difficulty was torn apart so easily.

She bit her lip, feeling unwilling, but still accepted the fact that she couldn't struggle, and lay there like a doll with its soul sucked out.

The touch from his palm made Lu Shiyu's heart sink. It was dense and full of pain, and...

He withdrew his hand, and in the moonlight, he could see a faint stain of blood on his palm.

This time, she hurt herself badly.

"Fu Mingshuang..." He called her name, but didn't know what to say.

It's just that my mouth called out her name before my brain.

Moonlight streamed through the car window, casting a shadow on her face. Even her glamorous makeup couldn't mask her paleness. Her lips, bitten by her pearly teeth, were a vibrant red, right before his eyes, so close.

He lowered his head, wanting to use the moonlight to kiss her stubborn lips.

But Fu Mingshuang turned his head and dodged.

"Do you want to go to the bar?" Lu Shiyu asked her.

Fu Mingshuang was stunned: "This is not Hong Kong Island, this is the imperial capital."

She reminded him that this was a place where he, Lu Shiyu, could not afford to make any mistakes.

Lu Shiyu got off her: "I know." He returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

“So what are you doing?

Lu Shiyu adjusted the rearview mirror, looked at Fu Mingshuang through the lens and said:

"To comfort you."

Fu Mingshuang was speechless, then leaned back in the seat with his arms folded across his chest, withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror and looked out the window.

The speeding light and shadow flickered across her face, but could not illuminate her original lively side.

***

Lu Shiyu brought Fu Mingshuang to the largest nightclub in the imperial capital.

"This is my uncle's territory." Fu Mingshuang stood at the door.

"Change place?"

"Forget it." Fu Mingshuang walked into the bar, and the deafening rock music seemed to awaken a trace of life in her.

A smile finally appeared on her face, like a fish returning to the sea, ready to let loose on the dance floor.

But Lu Shiyu stopped her.

He took off his shirt and jacket and put his arms around Fu Mingshuang's slender waist.

The ambiguous distance made Fu Mingshuang look up and notice the bloody mark on his face that she had cut, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Lu Shiyu lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the two sleeves, tied a knot, and pulled, pulling Fu Mingshuang into his arms as she staggered. The tip of her small nose touched his chin.

"Take care of the injury on your thigh." Lu Shiyu reminded her, his warm breath falling on her face.

Fu Mingshuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pushed him away: "I know, stop nagging."

She turned, a half-full bottle of whiskey between her fingers, and entered the dance floor.

She played very crazy this time. The bottle shook out tiny bubbles as she danced wildly, wetting her face and her long hair.

That wasn't enough, she simply raised the bottle high and tilted it, and the amber wine flowed all the way through her slender arms, causing cheers from the people around her.

Lu Shiyu sat in the booth, hiding himself in the darkness, not smoking or drinking, so dignified that no one could get close to him, quietly watching her shining on the stage.

She is so lively, she is the real Fu Mingshuang.

After she had indulged herself, her steps began to falter. She returned to the booth and sat next to Lu Shiyu.

"Would you like to drink?" Fu Mingshuang asked him, holding up the bottle of wine.

Lu Shiyu shook her head. This was within Fu Mingshuang's expectations, so she stopped worrying about it and started drinking.

"Lu Shiyu, I think I'm drunk."

"Get drunk, I'm here."

"I'm drunk, you can't take advantage of me."

"good."

Although Fu Mingshuang was dressed provocatively tonight, Lu Shiyu was sitting next to her, shielding her from many admirers.

As time passed, Fu Mingshuang began to feel drunk and her cheeks flushed.

"Have you had enough fun?" Lu Shiyu asked her with his eyes lowered.

Fu Mingshuang was really drunk, nestling in Lu Shiyu's arms, looking particularly well-behaved:

"Yeah~ enough fun."

"Can I take you home?"

Before Fu Mingshuang could answer, she put her arms around Lu Shiyu. She buried her rosy face in the crook of Lu Shiyu's neck and said in a soft and sweet voice, which was full of alcohol:

"I want to go to your house~"

Lu Shiyu picked her up and left without answering her.

Fu Mingshuang lay obediently in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, and let him hold her for a long distance until the noise in her ears disappeared.

"Lu Shiyu, where are you taking me?"

"My home."