As she walked in, Lu Ming, who was rummaging through his suitcase, glanced at her and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his suitcase.
He pulled out a cigarette, shook the mouthpiece, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a click.
Blue smoke swirled around, and Zhou Chunhua frowned; she didn't like the smell of smoke.
Lu Ming sat down on the sofa, the dark gray suede sofa dented under his weight, like some large feline occupying its territory.
He rested his elbows on his knees, his damp black hair falling across his forehead, water droplets sliding down his Adam's apple and into the loose collar of his bathrobe.
Her firm, bronze skin was clearly visible, especially from her height; her abs, without an ounce of fat, were clearly not the result of a gym workout.
Zhou Chunhua unconsciously narrowed her eyes because there was a pale white scar diagonally across the third muscle on her left side. With each breath, it arched its back like a sleeping centipede.
The undried water droplets condensed into thin streams in the gullies, and when they passed by the Roman tattoo, they were stained amber with blood streaks by the dark blue ink.
Zhou Chunhua snapped out of her daze and realized she had been looking at it for too long, so she quickly looked away.
When she glanced at Lu Ming's fingers, she noticed that the way he held the cigarette was quite peculiar.
The middle and forefingers are slightly arched, as if holding a dagger with its hilt still drawn.
When Zhou Chunhua saw his little finger unconsciously rubbing the gap between his hairs, her pupils trembled slightly.
Old Chen did the same thing.
She had asked him before, and Old Chen said that this was a nervous tremor that only people who had received professional combat training would have.
“Sit down and talk.”
Lu Ming's sudden words startled her.
Following his gaze, Lu Ming gestured for her to sit down.
Zhou Chunhua felt a little uncomfortable because the small sofa could probably only seat two people at most.
She didn't move, her gaze sweeping across the small room, which didn't even have a chair.
"Is it really necessary? I'm not going to eat you!" Lu Ming said with a laugh. "You haven't forgotten how badly you beat me up back then, have you?"
Zhou Chunhua didn't respond, but instead pressed on: "Let's just say this. Has Nini been found? Where is she? Is she alright now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming burst out laughing.
"How am I supposed to answer all these questions you're asking me?"
"Then...where is she?"
Zhou Chunhua couldn't wait to get an answer.
She had waited far too long for this answer.
Lu Ming picked up a piece of paper from the table beside him and spread it out on his lap.
Then he looked at her and said, "I'll tell you the name of the place. Do you know where it is? I brought a map with me. Come here, I'll point it out to you."
Seeing the spot where Lu Ming was tapping, Zhou Chunhua rushed over and sat down.
Lu Ming placed the map on her lap, and with his long, slender fingers, which had distinct knuckles, tapped her thigh through a piece of paper.
That was an unfamiliar place name called Pingtang.
Zhou Chunhua quickly scanned the map; it was far from Jiang City.
Snap.
A tear fell on the map, soaking the entire map.
"Nini, is it really...really here?" Her voice trembled with excitement.
With her eyes fixed on the area circled in red, Zhou Chunhua's voice choked with emotion.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a cold touch came, rough fingers stroking her cheek.
She looked up blankly, only to be met with Lu Ming's face, which was inches away from hers.
Startled, she leaned back and almost lost her balance, falling onto the sofa back.
"you……"
Before he could even finish speaking, Lu Ming pressed down on him.
She could even clearly feel his chest, as solid as an iron wall.
Without realizing it, she reached out to push Lu Ming away, so that they could maintain a proper distance.
Unexpectedly, just as her hand touched it, a large hand grabbed her wrist and lifted her high.
At that moment, her body arched backwards and pressed against Lu Ming.
When she felt her legs being firmly pressed down, she realized that her actions at that moment were... shameful.
"You... let me go." Zhou Chunhua's voice lacked confidence.
The man before her, as powerful as a leopard, was no longer the skinny, blond-haired boy she used to beat up.
She could clearly perceive the gap between herself and the other person.
“I will let you go, but before that, let’s talk about terms.” Lu Ming’s face showed a triumphant smile.
Zhou Chunhua didn't understand.
He tentatively asked, "You want money? Fine! Let me go first."
"Money? Do I look like I'm short of money?" Lu Ming's smile widened, and his tall frame leaned even closer.
The water droplets from his hair had even dripped onto her collar.
"Then... let me go first, and we can talk about anything." Zhou Chunhua tried to struggle, but Lu Ming's hands around her waist tightened.
"What if I don't let go? Do you want to beat me up again like when we were kids?" Lu Ming teased. "Let me be frank! I want you."
Zhou Chunhua raised her eyebrows and looked terrified.
My first reaction...
Are you sick in the head?
It's still a serious illness!
"Lu Ming, let me go!" she roared, her brows furrowed.
At the same time, he also tried to pull his restrained hand back.
However, Lu Ming not only did not let go of her, but instead held her hand even tighter.
At that moment, she actually sensed desire in Lu Ming's eyes.
That kind of... male desire to conquer a woman.
With the alarm blaring, Zhou Chunhua could only increase her movements and strength in an attempt to break free of her restraints.
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