Chapter 195 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 9
"Ninth Aunt, why are you always so afraid of me?" Ling Jiazhen asked as she slowly approached.
As the distance closed, Xu Qiuqiu was so frightened that she stammered, "I didn't... Young Marshal... please don't misunderstand..."
"Really?" Ling Jiazhen looked at her slightly trembling body and felt a little like pulling her into his arms to comfort her.
He stared straight at her, and soon her eyes welled up with tears, her eye sockets red, like a frightened little white rabbit.
This is how it looks...
If we change the venue...
Wouldn't it be beautiful too?
Xu Qiuqiu's voice was soft and trembling, "Young Marshal... why are you looking at me like that?"
His eyes held a possessive quality, proving that his innocent, innocent demeanor was truly effective!
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Ling Jiazhen suppressed her thoughts, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ninth Aunt, don't look at a man like that. It's dangerous for you."
His warm breath and the faint scent of his cologne made Xu Qiuqiu blush and her ears turn red. Her heart raced, but she didn't forget her character and continued rehearsing her lines: "Young Marshal...we're outside...please don't get so close..."
After saying that, he quickly took a few steps back, pretending to be terrified.
Before she could take two steps back, Ling Jiazhen quickly grabbed her wrist, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her towards him. His hand was trembling slightly as he pulled her, as if he was nervous.
Suddenly they were even closer. Xu Qiuqiu looked up at him and could only see his handsome jawline. Soon he looked down at her, his eyes still showing some lingering fear.
His gaze puzzled Xu Qiuqiu, and she blurted out, "What's wrong?"
After asking the question, she suddenly realized her own persona and said shyly, "Young Marshal... let go..."
Ling Jiazhen was inexplicably displeased by her resistant attitude. He pulled her waist closer until they were almost touching before stopping. "What if I don't let go?"
"You... how could you do this... this is outside..." Xu Qiuqiu was so anxious she was almost crying.
Her tearful appearance annoyed Ling Jiazhen, and he finally let her go. "Ninth Aunt is so heartless. I was just worried that you would run into that pair of scissors behind you, but you act like I'm bullying you. It's really heartbreaking."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qiuqiu turned around and saw a pair of sharp scissors.
"I'm sorry... Young Marshal, I misunderstood you..." Xu Qiuqiu apologized softly, her eyes filled with guilt.
Seeing her suddenly become obedient, Ling Jiazhen chuckled, "Is an apology all you need?"
"Then... what does the young marshal want?" Xu Qiuqiu lowered her head, at a loss for what to do with her hands.
“If you’re going to apologize, you have to be sincere. You know, when I’m in a bad mood, I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
Xu Qiuqiu: "..." What a dog! He actually threatened her!
But she likes it!
She looked at him cautiously, "Then how can the young marshal calm down?"
Seeing that she had taken the bait, Ling Jiazhen smiled and said, "Want to know? Come to my room tonight."
"!!" Xu Qiuqiu was shocked. Was it really that direct? Wasn't that a bit inappropriate?
Just as she was about to feign tears, Ling Jiazhen teased, "What filthy things are you thinking, Ninth Aunt? Didn't you say before that you could sing and dance? So you want to see what kind of heavenly voice the famous singer who became famous in Luzhou has?"
Xu Qiuqiu: "..." Okay, she was overthinking it.
She feigned a sigh of relief, her face flushed, and asked with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, "Young Marshal, you just returned to Luzhou, how would you know all this? Besides, these are just rumors spread by outsiders. Actually, my singing is quite average. It wouldn't be good if I disappointed you, Young Marshal."
"Oh? Ninth Aunt wants to refuse me?" Ling Jiazhen moved closer, looking at her with an aggressive gaze.
"I dare not..." Xu Qiuqiu had nowhere to retreat, so she lowered her eyes and whispered her reply.
"Very good, I'm looking forward to tonight." Ling Jiazhen distanced herself and stopped pressuring her.
Xu Qiuqiu did not answer, but instead lowered her head as if she were shy.
But it seems like Zhizhi has been gone for a long time, why hasn't she come back yet?
She glanced at the door with a puzzled look and found that the door had been closed at some point, and the female clerk and the owner were nowhere to be seen. She couldn't help but feel very strange. Did Ah Zhen have a built-in clearing buff?
Just as she was wondering, the boss came out of the room as if he had timed it perfectly, handed a suit to Ling Jiazhen, and said respectfully, "Young Marshal, here is the suit you ordered."
As soon as Ling Jiazhen took it, the shopkeeper immediately asked, "Young Marshal, would you like to try it on?"
Ling Jiazhen glanced at Xu Qiuqiu, nodded slightly, and went to the changing room.
Not long after, he changed his clothes and came out. The shopkeeper stepped forward and said, "Young Marshal, let me help you remove the dust."
"No need." Ling Jiazhen refused impatiently. He glanced at Xu Qiuqiu, who was trying to make herself inconspicuous not far away, and slowly said, "Ninth Aunt, why don't you help me?"
"Ah? Okay..." Xu Qiuqiu nodded, pretending to be hesitant.
She took the soft brush from her boss and brushed off some of the dust from his black suit.
She carefully swiped twice, when she suddenly heard his somewhat displeased voice: "Ninth Aunt, you're so skilled. Have you helped other men before?"
Hearing his words, Xu Qiuqiu paused in her dusting motion and did not answer. Did helping her father count?
Her silence fueled Ling Jiazhen's anger, and her aura turned icy.
Looking at her incredibly serious expression, he felt a surge of anger. The thought that she treated other men the same way made him unable to calm down.
"Alright." Xu Qiuqiu put the brush back on the table, glanced at the boy, who was tall and slender, wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a fair and jade-like face, and charming peach blossom eyes under long and curled eyelashes. However, there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and his lips were slightly red. Although he looked angry, he was still extremely handsome.
She was dressed very conservatively, yet she was inexplicably sexy and alluring.
Xu Qiuqiu withdrew her gaze and prepared to wait for Yun Zhizhi on the side. After all, Yun Zhizhi was an innocent girl and she couldn't let her true colors be revealed.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Ling Jiazhen said, "Stop."
Xu Qiuqiu paused, and asked somewhat fearfully, "Is there anything else, Young Marshal?"
"Button it up." Ling Jiazhen raised her hand and looked at her coldly.
Seeing that his complexion suddenly worsened, Xu Qiuqiu had no choice but to step forward and help him button up the cuffs of his suit.
She didn't understand why he was suddenly unhappy again. Wasn't he quite happy when he was teasing and threatening her?
Ling Jiazhen looked down at her as she carefully buttoned her clothes. From this angle, he could see her long eyelashes, delicate and charming face, rosy lips, and fair neck, which made him feel a little dazed.
He really wanted to taste what it was like.
In his eighteen years of life, this was the first time he had ever felt such a strong urge to possess someone.
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