Glancing at Leng Yue's alluring yet innocent expression, Lu Qingzhou thought to himself, 'Screw you, brother-in-law! If you're going to act like this, we might as well all get out of the car and walk!'
He took a deep breath, suppressing his nervousness: "Don't...don't mess around."
He then gestured to the back of her head, implying that there were people in the back row and that she shouldn't do anything reckless.
Leng Yue ignored Lu Qingzhou's hints.
She kissed him on the cheek again. "Can't I even kiss you? How could you do this?"
She spoke with such seriousness, as if Lu Qingzhou would be a heinous villain if he didn't agree.
Lu Qingzhou felt his vest was almost soaked, and his lips twitched involuntarily. 'Damn, this is practically a little witch! Whether I'm in the passenger seat or the driver's seat, I can't escape her clutches, and the worst part is that Chen Xiaoxi is lying behind me, waiting to be dealt with.'
Honestly, Leng Yue's sudden attack almost scared him to death. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road he was on.
He subconsciously glanced at Chen Xiaoxi lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Seeing that the other person's breathing was steady, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, a perverse and intense struggle began to arise within him.
On one hand, reason told him he should stop Leng Yue, but on the other hand, strange thoughts arose!
Lu Qingzhou coughed lightly to suppress the pounding in his heart. When his fingertips touched the warmth of Leng Yue's palm, his ears felt inexplicably hot.
He forced out a serious question from his throat: "Yueyue, you better behave yourself, or I'll kick you out of the car and make you take a taxi home by yourself."
'Damn, this little devil is getting bolder and bolder. If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll completely lose my self-control.'
The car's air conditioning hummed softly. Leng Yue lowered her eyes to look at the cold light reflected from the metal buckle of the seatbelt, her slender fingertips unconsciously stroking back and forth, making soft, rustling sounds in the silence.
Seeing the blush spreading from Lu Qingzhou's ear tips down his neck, she suppressed the smile on her lips and suddenly put on a serious expression: "Brother Qingzhou, I'm thinking about a very serious question."
The last syllable was drawn out very slowly, like a thread gently entwining Lu Qingzhou's attention.
Lu Qingzhou's knuckles gripping the steering wheel suddenly turned white. He turned his head and glanced warily at Leng Yue, his gaze lingering for a moment on Leng Yue's unusually serious expression. The dashboard's dim blue light reflected the hidden smile in Leng Yue's eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed, a sense of unease rising within him—whenever this girl made that expression, it was never good news. "What's the problem?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, and sure enough, he saw a triumphant smile curving up on Leng Yue's lips.
“You have Sister Shaohua, Qingyao…” Leng Yue paused deliberately, tapping the armrest heavily with her fingertips, “Can your body handle it?”
She slightly raised the corner of her eye, her peripheral vision precisely catching Lu Qingzhou's hand with its bulging veins.
"Sister Shaohua secretly told me yesterday to prepare some supplements for you."
As she said this, she caught a glimpse of Lu Qingzhou tightening his grip on the steering wheel out of the corner of her eye, and she almost burst out laughing.
Caught off guard, Lu Qingzhou coughed violently from those words, feeling as if his chest was being burned by fire.
Countless thoughts exploded in his mind: What kind of outrageous rumors are these? How could he be seen as such in their eyes?
Leng Yue quickly opened a bottle of water from the side and handed it over, her tone teasing: "I was just worried, it was just a casual remark, why are you so agitated?"
Seeing Lu Qingzhou's flushed face, Leng Yue suppressed her laughter, mentally planning her next "offensive".
Lu Qingzhou took a big gulp of water, the icy liquid sliding down her throat, and finally caught her breath.
A wave of despair washed over him: Damn it, is my lifelong reputation really going to be ruined by these women? No, I have to find a way to dispel the rumors! He glared at Leng Yue with a dark face and gritted his teeth, saying, "Sister Shaohua is right, isn't she? Fine, I'll definitely teach her a lesson when I get back."
at this time,
Inside the Xinghai Villa, Mu Shaohua suddenly sneezed three times in a row.
She rubbed her itchy nose and looked out the window, muttering to herself, "The weather is quite warm, why am I sneezing?"
Completely unaware that she had been drawn into a turbulent conversation.
On the trio's side,
Leng Yue loosened her seatbelt with a satisfied air, lounging lazily in her seat, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Don't push yourself. I think what Sister Shaohua said..."
"Shut up right now!"
Lu Qingzhou hurriedly interrupted, looking at her ambiguous smile, and complained irritably, "Look at you, what a pretty girl. Oh, what a pity, you can talk. It would be better if you were mute!"
Leng Yue suddenly giggled and leaned closer to Lu Qingzhou, blinking her alluring eyes at him: "I can be both sweet and sassy, I can pull off any style, are you willing to let me go? Besides, I'm only thinking of you, aren't I?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "considering" very much.
As Lu Qingzhou gazed at the endless night ahead, he wished that it was Leng Yue, not Chen Xiaoxi, who was drunk.
This is the first time I've felt this road is so long, all because of the little witch Leng Yue.
I'm speechless!
In the back seat, Chen Xiaoxi bit her lower lip hard. The streetlight shone through the car window onto her burning cheeks, making the shadows cast by her eyelashes tremble violently. She secretly stared at Leng Yue's swaying hair, mentally cursing Leng Yue to the extreme: she wished she could buy some super glue lipstick and put it on Leng Yue's lips.
The alternating light and shadow of the traffic lights flickered on the windshield, and Lu Qingzhou's temples throbbed as Leng Yue's teasing gaze stung him.
He sat bolt upright, the back of his neck slamming against the headrest with a dull thud. His knuckles pounded heavily on the steering wheel, the metallic clang echoing clearly in the enclosed car: "Your man is me..."
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