She grabbed Lu Qingzhou's hand and pressed it directly onto her chest, the movement swift and without warning.
He angrily demanded, "Is this A? Is this A?"
Lu Qingzhou was stunned by Leng Yue's sudden action.
The cleaver in his hand fell directly onto the cutting board.
It made a crisp "clang" sound.
Lu Qingzhou felt a soft sensation on his hand, and he opened his mouth wide, completely at a loss.
My mind went blank, and I felt completely frozen in place.
At this moment, in the kitchen,
The air seemed to freeze because of this strange atmosphere.
Leng Yue's chest heaved violently, and the rage burning in her eyes seemed to ignite everything around her.
His gaze was fixed on Lu Qingzhou, his eyes filled with a stubbornness and aggression, as he sharply questioned, "I'm just asking you, is this an A?"
Her stubbornness was like a raging fire, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at her.
Startled by the shout, Lu Qingzhou jolted, instantly snapping back to reality and instinctively reaching to pull her hand back.
But to his surprise, he was held down like a pair of pliers by Leng Yue, that crazy woman.
He was completely stunned, his mind went blank.
I never would have imagined that Leng Yue, who usually seems so carefree, would do something so bold and crazy.
"Holy crap, Leng Yue must be insane. Is this something a normal person would do? Letting a grown man touch her just to prove one thing. Oh my god, I can't keep this hand anymore, it's been defiled!"
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest; the "thump-thump" sound was especially clear in the almost deathly quiet kitchen.
It struck again and again, pounding on his taut nerves.
at this time,
Lu Qingzhou's expression was truly unique, a mixture of astonishment, bewilderment, and tension, like a haphazardly scribbled abstract painting—as comical as could be.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to break the extremely awkward situation, but his throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.
He caught a glimpse of the gleaming kitchen knife on the cutting board and his heart raced with panic. 'What if this crazy woman comes to her senses later and, in a moment of madness, accuses me of taking advantage of her and tries to kill me with the knife?'
Holy crap, I've had the worst luck imaginable!
As my thoughts drifted, a terrifying image involuntarily formed in my mind: Leng Yue drawing her sword at the slightest provocation, and cold sweat broke out on my back.
Looking at Lu Qingzhou's panicked appearance, Leng Yue's nerves, which had been taut with anger, relaxed slightly, and a sense of satisfaction after revenge welled up in her heart.
But the pleasure was fleeting, and then shyness overwhelmed her like a surging tide, her cheeks turning so red they looked like they could bleed.
She inwardly regretted her actions, thinking, 'What was I doing? How could I have acted so impulsively? I was completely bewitched!'
But the words were already out, and the hand was still on the ground; it was too late to regret it now.
She bit her lower lip, but her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on Lu Qingzhou, trying to use this feigned toughness to cover up the panic pounding in her heart.
"Leng...Leng Yue, calm down first."
Lu Qingzhou finally managed to find her voice, but it sounded like it had been sanded, stuttering and stammering.
His body was trembling uncontrollably, like a child who had made a mistake begging an adult for forgiveness.
"Tell me, is this an A or not?" Leng Yue showed no intention of letting go, her voice still tinged with anger.
But the slight tremor in her voice, like a traitor revealing a secret, betrayed her nervousness.
Lu Qingzhou's brain was like a rapidly spinning machine, with all sorts of thoughts racing through his mind.
Now that he's already touched her, even though he was the one who was passive, it's still necessary to give him some face and say some nice things.
After all, his hand was still pressed against Leng Yue's body, and he could even feel the strong heartbeat coming from his hand, like a rapid drumbeat.
It's obvious that Leng Yue must be incredibly nervous right now, but she's probably just pretending to be calm out of politeness.
He had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing at this moment, Leng Yue might really fight him to the death, and he would really be in big trouble today!
"I...I was just joking, Leng Yue. You have a great figure, really. Curvy, long legs, you're stunning. I was being mean earlier, I'm sorry, okay?"
Lu Qingzhou said, almost pleadingly.
Honestly, he was a little scared of this "madman" who acted so erratically.
Who knows what surprising thing she might do out of the blue?
As a man, I'm not pretentious or affected, but what if Su Qingyao finds out? What will she think of me? How will we all get along in the future?
Holy crap, I can't even imagine what that scene would be like.
Leng Yue's heart pounded wildly, like a trapped bird fluttering incessantly.
Seeing Lu Qingzhou's sincere expression, she grasped at the opportunity as if it were a lifeline and quickly let go of Lu Qingzhou's hand.
She turned around in a panic, not daring to look into Lu Qingzhou's eyes, as if looking at him for even a second would burn her. Her hands nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, which were almost deformed from her grip. "You...you're not allowed to say such things again."
The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum; if the kitchen hadn't been eerily quiet, Lu Qingzhou wouldn't have heard it at all.
Lu Qingzhou felt the lingering warmth and soft touch on his hand, so embarrassed he could dig his toes out of his skin.
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