Chapter 90 Only Kissing You
"Am I wrong?"
Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun, his long, dark eyes filled with a strong possessiveness, as thick as ink, impossible to dispel.
The moment Cong Chun met Duan Mingxiao's gaze, she felt inexplicably guilty.
Just like when I was a child, I would pretend to be full and tell my grandma that I wasn't hungry.
Cong Chun silently took a step back, leaving Luo Qing's embrace.
Luo Qing's eyes held an unreadable and obscure emotion. He restrained his tone and asked softly.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Why did you leave my embrace?
Cong Chun's gaze was completely fixed on Duan Mingxiao, who was not far away.
The young master stood alone like some kind of abandoned large dog, while Cong Chun was like that irresponsible master.
Hearing Luo Qing's question, Cong Chun started walking, while the boy simply said in a low voice.
"Wait for me a moment."
Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao not far away and instinctively walked over quickly.
Like a little bird, he flew nimbly to the young master's side and gently landed in the boy's palm.
Cong Chun looked up at him; the boy's eyes were slightly downturned, making him look beautiful and innocent.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
The negative emotions of jealousy and resentment that had been threatening to engulf Duan Mingxiao were almost overwhelming him.
Duan Mingxiao rarely had a bad day, except for two things: his family disagreed with his desire to pursue a professional racing career.
Another issue is that there are too many people surrounding Cong Chun, which makes the young master feel somewhat uneasy. He is afraid that Cong Chun will prefer someone else.
[You idiot, you still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong? This young master doesn't like you hugging other people!]
[Men or women, humans or dogs, none of them are allowed.]
Luo Qing, who was not far away, turned around. The boy was tall and slender, and his figure almost blended into the dark moonlight.
Feeling empty in her arms, Luo Qing's eyes unconsciously darkened.
Luo Qing's public image has always been gentle, polite, and understanding, but today the boy couldn't control his emotions and his face turned dark, which was rare for him.
Assistant Xiao Zhu happened to come over and noticed that her brother Luo was in a bad mood, so she asked him what was wrong.
"Brother Luo, what's wrong?"
Luo Qing remained silent, which was somewhat unusual.
Xiao Zhu had no choice but to continue reminding Luo Qing that she needed to rush back to the set later to film a night scene, and it was best not to be delayed on the way. Everyone in the industry knew that Director Yan hated people who didn't have a strong sense of time.
Shi Yu, who was standing to the side, had already run away. There was nothing more embarrassing than failing to confess his feelings. Most importantly, he hadn't expected Cong Chun to be there as well.
Fortunately, Cong Chun took the initiative to walk towards him, which comforted Duan Mingxiao's shattered heart a little.
The young master then glued it back together himself using super glue.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his long, narrow eyes to look at Cong Chun in front of him. The other party had a bewildered and innocent face, and the boy forced back his temper, which was about to flare up.
What's the point of getting angry with an idiot?
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao spoke slowly and deliberately in a hoarse voice.
"You are not allowed to hug others."
"Only with me... and... Grandma."
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then stared intently at Duan Mingxiao as he explained.
“I…Lolo, he’s just my friend.”
Duan Mingxiao said awkwardly with a cold face.
“Where do friends hug each other? Ji Ruhui and I never hug each other.”
"I get annoyed just looking at him, let alone hugging him."
[That idiot Chun, I don't want to talk to him anymore.]
Cong Chun was initially stunned, but then he became anxious after hearing the inner voice.
He wants to talk to the young master; please don't ignore him.
"But, young master, you and I are friends too."
"Young Master will hold me while I sleep at night."
Suddenly, Chun remembered something, and her voice abruptly softened.
"And I only kiss you."
He didn't want the young master to be sad, nor did he want the other person to be hurt.
Cong Chun began to wonder if there was anything he hadn't done well enough.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and asked him.
"Really?"
In her haste, Cong Chun raised her hand to wrap around the boy's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
A soft touch came over my lips, carrying a faint scent of soapberry.
Duan Mingxiao was completely taken aback by Cong Chun's actions. The boy's pupils dilated slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the young master went from being passive to actively deepening the kiss.
A moment later, Cong Chun's chest rose and fell slightly, her eyes bright, and she stared at the boy in front of her, saying with absolute certainty.
He wouldn't lie to the young master.
Immediately afterward, Cong Chun remembered something, and the boy slowly took out a light blue ticket from his pocket.
With a hint of anticipation in her heart, Cong Chun handed it to the boy in front of her, parted her lips slightly, and gave an explanation.
"This is a ticket that Lu Tinglan gave me; there's an extra one."
"I'd like Young Master to come with me to the art exhibition."
Duan Mingxiao was overjoyed.
[It seems that in Chun Chun's heart, I, the young master, am still the most important. She even wants me to accompany her to the art exhibition.]
As Duan Mingxiao was thinking this, the boy was about to take it when, in the next second, the young master came to his senses and keenly noticed the name Lu Tinglan.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but frown.
The boy's hand, which was about to be extended, fell back to his side.
Even if that pervert begs me on my knees to go, I won't go.
[You're not allowed to go to that stupid spring exhibition either; what's so interesting about it?]
Cong Chun pursed his lips, looking somewhat uneasy. Duan Mingxiao was about to speak, but upon seeing the boy's disappointed look, he swallowed his words.
"If you want to go, go by yourself."
"I'm not going anyway."
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao secretly glanced at Cong Chun and quietly added a sentence.
"Don't refuse to go just because I'm not going. I'm not that domineering and unreasonable."
Cong Chun took back the tickets without saying anything; he didn't say whether he would go or not.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, lazily lifted his eyelids to look at him, his tone somewhat confused.
"Are you going?"
"Chun Chun, are you really going?"
You're not allowed to go.
Do you know what? Quickly say you're not going, ah...
Cong Chun pondered for a moment, then nodded earnestly, like a chick pecking at rice.
The young master said not to refrain from going just because he wasn't going.
Cong Chun wanted to go.
Duan Mingxiao's face turned cold instantly, wishing he could grab Cong Chun and drag him to a secluded corner to teach him a lesson.
"Don't come crying to me if you get bullied by a pervert later."
Cong Chun stared at him, was she being bullied by a pervert?
There used to be some idle perverts in town who would pull down their pants on passersby at the drop of a hat, and after doing that, they would whistle.
When Cong Chun was in school, he heard his classmates mention it, but he had never met it himself.
But there probably aren't any people like that at the art exhibition.
Cong Chun spoke with certainty.
"Young master, there are no perverts at the art exhibition."
"don’t worry."
Even if there are perverts, Cong Chun is not afraid.
Duan Mingxiao nearly fainted upon hearing this. The young master still looked like a person, but his soul had long been drained away.
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