Chapter 117 I am your prisoner
"In love?" Lu Zhaoye raised his head and stared at her with a burning gaze, very seriously, and with a hint of excitement, "Are we in love?"
What is this person thinking?
"No." Jiang Tingwan was stuck in his train of thought and rolled her eyes in her heart, "Your love is at most unrequited love, should it be called unrequited love brain?"
Lu Zhaoye was speechless for a moment, but he was surprisingly good-tempered today. He didn't refute. Instead, he chuckled, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the sofa.
Jiang Tingwan was so shocked by his sudden action that she subconsciously hugged his neck. After she came to her senses, she immediately ordered him: "Lu Zhaoye, put me down."
"No." He placed her steadily on the sofa, then leaned closer, twisted a strand of her hair with his fingers, and sniffed it gently. The familiar jasmine scent made his eyes dim.
"I really miss you..." His voice was low and hoarse, his eyes fell on her lips, his Adam's apple rolled, "Can I..."
"cannot."
Jiang Tingwan interrupted him directly, pulled out a bundle of nylon rope from under the coffee table, and slapped it in front of him, "Don't ask me if I can't do it yet. I want to ask you - can you tell me what this is?"
Lu Zhaoye looked down and his expression froze instantly.
How come she found out?
His eyes wandered, and he subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, trying to play dumb: "...Rope? Do you want to play something so exciting, Wanwan?"
"Lu Zhaoye, I seem to remember that you said 'you will never lie to me' last night, right?" Jiang Tingwan sneered and narrowed his eyes, "So Mr. Lu's 'forever' means just one night?"
She threw the rope directly into his arms and said in a tone as cold as ice: "Tell the truth, or pack up and leave."
Lu Zhaoye was left speechless by her, and cursed himself in his heart for forgetting to deal with it.
He had always been the one who interrogated and gave orders to others in the army. When had he ever been interrogated or ordered like this?
But facing her, he was actually a little nervous.
I really fell into her hands.
He sighed and finally said resignedly: "I bought the rope."
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.
"That day..." He said in a hoarse voice, looking at her with heavy eyes, "I saw the kiss mark on your neck and was so angry that I was going crazy."
"I originally thought that I would never look for you again." Lu Zhaoye pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery, "But you are all on my mind, and I can't control it at all."
He paused, his eyes darkening.
"So, I bought some ropes and wanted to tie you up so that you can only stay by my side."
--abnormal!
Jiang Tingwan's pupils shrank slightly. She didn't expect that Lu Zhaoye had such a dark side.
But the next second, he suddenly held her hand, clasping his fingers together with such force that it almost hurt her.
"But you know what?" His voice suddenly softened, "I saw someone selling flowers on the street, that bunch of sweet olives."
"Do you know what its flower language is?" he asked in a low voice, looking at her with burning eyes.
Jiang Tingwan really didn't know, and his curiosity was aroused: "...What is it?"
Lu Zhaoye suddenly became a little unnatural, and pressed his forehead against hers, as if to avoid her sight, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible:
"I am your prisoner."
Jiang Tingwan's breathing stagnated, and her heart seemed to be hit hard by something.
What on earth is this person talking about...
She stood up suddenly, trying to escape from this strange atmosphere, but Lu Zhaoye pulled her back with a gentle but irresistible force.
"Don't run away, Wanwan." His voice was low and hoarse, with a softness never heard before, "Listen to me.
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