Si Borong is always like this, gentle.
But gentleness at its extreme becomes coldness and indifference.
Lu Qianwen felt like there was something blocking her throat, and her heart was being squeezed tightly by a big hand, feeling sour and bitter.
Those beautiful eyes unconsciously overflowed with crystal. The fingers holding Si Borong's fingers suddenly tightened, and the crimson lips trembled, "Borong..."
The voice was very small and soft, completely different from the strong voice she usually displayed.
It has a little woman's charm.
Si Borong's expression froze, a wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he whispered softly, "Are you scared?"
Lu Qianwen bit her lip and nodded slightly.
Si Borong leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Don't be afraid, I'm still here, right?"
The kiss that fell on the center of the eyebrows was light and soft, like an illusion of Lu Qianwen.
My heart beat faster and my tears couldn't stop flowing.
I even thought in my heart, how nice it would be if time could stop.
She is still the ignorant and innocent twenty-year-old girl, and Si Borong is still her prince.
"I didn't bully you, why are you crying again? You're over fifty years old, and you're still like a crybaby."
Si Borong smiled lightly, trying his best to ease Lu Qianwen's fear.
Even though his face was distorted with pain, cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, and blood was oozing out of his mouth, he was still that elegant nobleman, remaining calm even when faced with a crisis.
"I'm fine." Lu Qianwen's voice was dry and tense. She was obviously frightened. Her cold and beautiful face was pale and ugly.
She stared at Si Borong intently, holding his face with trembling hands, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, her voice hoarse, "You, why did you save me?"
Si Borong smiled gracefully, "Ms. Lu, you are my spouse according to my household registration. It is my responsibility to protect you."
It is my responsibility to protect you!
It turns out that I am just his responsibility?
In an instant, Lu Qianwen's heart seemed to be cut open and blood was flowing out!
Lu Qianwen stared at him blankly for a long time, trying to find a hint of lying on the masked face.
But it turned out that she was only bringing shame upon herself.
Si Borong's gentleness has never been exclusive to anyone.
Lu Qianwen's eyes turned red again, and tears flowed out of her eyes.
Finally, she closed her eyes and mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been accumulating in her heart for more than twenty years, "Si Borong, have you ever... loved me?"
The last three words were interrupted by another explosion.
Si Borong frowned, "Ms. Lu, although I really want to catch up with you, the current situation doesn't seem to allow it. Could you please come out first?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, I seem to be unable to hold on any longer." Si Borong smiled bitterly.
Lu Qianwen's wandering thoughts were pulled back.
The luxurious banquet hall was now in ruins, filled with screams and terror.
But after all, she is a strong woman in the business world and the female president of the Lu Group with tough tactics, so Lu Qianwen reacted quickly.
He crawled out from under Si Borong, pushed aside the huge chandelier that was pressing on him, and reached out to pull him up. "Can you stand up?"
Si Borong tried it, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Not really."
When the chandelier fell, the glass pierced his leg.
"Miss." At this moment, Xu Xurong rushed over. He was also injured. There was a cut on his neck by a sharp weapon, which almost cut the artery.
Even so, he didn't feel anything. He stared at Lu Qianwen with a sinister look, his eyes bloodshot, "Miss, you are injured!"
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