Chapter 179 How do you want to play?
A greasy hand reached out and tried to touch her face.
Lin Yiyao suddenly woke up and shrank back.
"Don't touch me!"
His voice was soft and sweet from being drunk, completely lacking any intimidating power.
"Hey, it's pretty spicy!"
The other man grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
"My brother likes spicy food!"
He reached out and grabbed her arm.
Lin Yiyao struggled, her stomach churning, and her vision blurring.
"You came to Nebula dressed like this just to have fun?"
"Want to play with your brothers for a bit?"
Lin Yiyao wanted to shout, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only let out a weak sob.
She closed her eyes and instinctively curled up.
The anticipated tug-of-war did not occur.
Instead, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out.
"ah--!!"
"My hand! My hand!"
The man who tried to pull her had his wrist firmly gripped by a hand with distinct knuckles, and twisted in the opposite direction!
A snap.
It makes your teeth ache.
Lin Yiyao opened her eyes with trembling hands.
In the backlight, a tall, familiar figure blocked her way.
Lu Zhuo appeared at some unknown time.
He was dressed in a black windbreaker and had a tall, straight figure.
His usual roguish smile was gone, replaced by a fierce glint in his eyes.
"Play?"
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a chilling coldness.
How would you like to play?
"I'll play with you."
Seeing this, another man rushed forward, cursing and throwing punches.
"Damn it! Mind your own business!"
Without even turning his head, Lu Zhuo delivered a backhand elbow strike to the opponent's nose.
Another scream rang out.
The man collapsed to the ground, clutching his face, blood seeping from between his fingers.
"Who the hell are you! Do you even know who we are? How dare you meddle in other people's business!"
The one whose wrist was being gripped mustered up the courage to curse.
Lu Zhuo sneered and kicked him directly in the back of the knee.
The man fell to his knees with a thud, wincing in pain.
"I am your father."
"Young Master Lu...?"
Another drunkard recognized the newcomer, his voice trembling.
Lu Zhu shook off his hand, as if throwing away something dirty.
"roll."
He only said one word.
The two drunkards tumbled and crawled away, disappearing into the depths of the parking lot in a panic.
The parking lot returned to silence.
Lu Zhuo then turned around and looked at the stunned Lin Yiyao.
She squatted barefoot on the ground, tilting her head back, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at him.
The brain is numbed by alcohol, making reactions a beat slower.
She blinked, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted slightly.
He was clearly quite drunk.
She seemed relieved to see that he had dealt with the trouble.
Seeing that she didn't move, Lu Zhuo sighed and stepped forward.
"Yaoyao, it's alright now."
Lin Yiyao tilted her head back and looked at him with hazy, drunken eyes.
After staring for a long time, he finally pouted and muttered something in a low voice with a heavy nasal tone.
"Lu Zhuo?"
"Um."
Lu Zhuo squatted down to be at eye level with Lin Yiyao.
He reached out to brush away the strands of hair stuck to her cheek.
She suddenly shrank back, hugged herself tightly, her eyes wary and aggrieved.
"Don't touch me."
Lu Zhuo's hand froze in mid-air.
It felt like my heart had been pricked by a fine needle.
Yes.
Between them, there was the chasm he himself had drawn.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, lowered his hand, and lowered his voice even further.
Okay, I won't touch it.
He took a half step back, giving her a safe distance.
"Were you frightened?"
Her voice was gentle, filled with tenderness.
Lin Yiyao shook her head, then nodded.
"A little bit……"
Suddenly, she pouted and complained softly, her voice trembling with tears.
"Lu Zhuo, my phone is broken."
Lu Zhuo was taken aback, looking at the black-screened phone that she held up in front of him.
The lingering fear and anger in my heart were instantly crushed by her silly, drunken state.
He took the phone and pressed the side button, but the screen did not respond.
"The battery is dead, little one."
He explained in a low voice, his tone indulgent.
"oh……"
She nodded as if she understood, her eyes red as she looked at him.
What brings you here?
Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with the sweetness of drunkenness.
"Just passing by."
Lu Zhuo turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing, and answered stiffly.
Just passing by?
An excuse to fool ghosts.
How could he say that he received a call from Lao Yan and sped all the way here with the gas pedal floored?
During this time, he was like a shadow that couldn't see the light of day, adhering to that invisible boundary.
I will not disturb or pester you.
She moved into the apartment across from her new one, but didn't even have the courage to knock on the door.
She could only see that slender figure pass by safely through the peephole when she returned home each night.
Upon arriving in Nebula, he did not immediately appear.
He simply leaned against the shadows, lit a cigarette, and silently watched her deal with the client.
His heart clenched at the sight, yet he felt a sly, smug satisfaction; at least no other men had appeared in her life yet.
Lu Zhuo has lived for twenty-nine years, living a carefree and unrestrained life. When has he ever been so cautious in spying on anyone?
It had to be her.
This little darling, whom he personally pushed away, now made him regret it to the core.
This was also the first time he had learned what it meant to protect, rather than to plunder.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze fell on her toes, which were slightly red from the cold.
His brows furrowed immediately.
"Where are the shoes?"
Lin Yiyao pointed with a wronged expression to the high heels lying askew beside her.
"Walking in these clothes feels like walking on stilts, it's uncomfortable."
Lu Zhuo was so angry he almost laughed.
He took off his windbreaker and wrapped it around her thin body without saying a word.
Then he turned around and squatted down with his back to her.
"Come up."
"I'll take you home, okay?"
Lin Yiyao looked at the broad back in front of her and hesitated for a moment.
Alcohol dulls the brain, but the body's instincts still remember the warmth and safety of that embrace.
She slowly climbed up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pressed her little face against his warm neck, gently nuzzled him, found a comfortable spot, and sighed contentedly.
Lu Zhuo's body stiffened for a moment, then he tightened his grip on her arm.
"Fool."
He cursed under his breath, but his voice was terribly hoarse.
"You can't drink but you're still pretending to be strong."
"I wasn't trying to be brave..."
Lin Yiyao retorted in a low voice, but her logic was completely shaky.
"The contract is signed, aren't I awesome?"
"Hmm, impressive."
He carried her on his back, walking steadily towards his car.
“Lu Zhuo…”
Lin Yiyao shifted restlessly, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
"We're doing it wrong."
She is still struggling with that initial starting point.
Lu Zhuo did not stop walking.
"What's wrong?"
"You lied to me at first..."
"Yes, I'm an idiot."
He admitted it readily.
"But from now on, every word I speak will be true."
"If I ever lie to you again, may I be struck by lightning."
Lu Zhuo opened the car door, carefully placed her in the passenger seat, and bent down to help her fasten her seatbelt.
When he walked around to get into the driver's seat, he saw her head tilted to the side, unable to resist the effects of alcohol, and she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Lu Zhuo turned his head and quietly looked at her sleeping face.
The dim yellow light from the parking lot ceiling accentuated her serene profile.
Like a painting.
He stared at it for a long time.
Then I took out my phone and secretly snapped a picture of her adorable sleeping face.
Set as desktop background.
After doing all this, he started the car and drove into the neon-lit night.
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