Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 420: No matter how hard you try, you can’t resist

Wu Feipeng looked strange: I didn't expect that Senior Brother and Senior Brother Liu would secretly...

Lu Wensheng knew what this kid was thinking without him saying anything - smart people like to imagine things in their own minds.

But don't wait for him to explain.

Wu Feipeng tactfully gave Lu Wensheng a look that said "May you be blessed with good fortune". When he turned around and left the flower hall, he considerately closed the lattice door, isolating the beauty and embarrassment in the room.

He was tactful enough to leave the hall temporarily.

If you ask Lu Wensheng to deal with work and school, he can analyze and solve it from many angles. If you ask him to coax a girl, he has some experience in serving his moody sister...

But here's the thing.

Liu Jiqian is neither his "work" nor can he be objective. He is his partner, not his sister, and is a man, so that set of experience does not apply.

After all, matters of the heart cannot be reasoned about.

Lu Wensheng looked at the faint bloodstain on Liu Jiqian's fingertips - it was clearly a thin skin wound caused by deliberately rubbing against it when he broke the teacup just now. But now he was holding it in his palm, swaying in front of him with red eyes, like a cat holding its injured paw for comfort.

He suddenly remembered that Yan Qingshu had to "stroke the fur" to deal with Wei Xun's awkward temper, even if she knew he was pretending, she still had to coax him along.

And the other party said some irrelevant words in a sweet and cloying tone - he laughed at this method at that time and thought it was vulgar, but now he had to bite the bullet and copy it. (See Chapter 163)

"Does it still hurt?" Lu Wensheng held his wrist, took out a clean white handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the porcelain chips on the edge of the wound with his fingertips.

Liu Jiqian's hands had distinct joints, but the fingertips had thin calluses from years of holding the sword. Now that he was holding the sword in his palm, it was trembling slightly.

"It hurts..." Liu Jiqian lowered his eyes and stared at his bandaging movements. His golden red eyes shone with water under the candlelight, and he dragged out the last word, "My husband, blow on it and it will stop hurting."

Lu Wensheng looked at the wound that would have healed if it had been a little later, and was silent: "..." I don't know who he learned this way of acting like a spoiled child from.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the twitching at the corners of his mouth, and tied the handkerchief into a crooked knot. In the end, he could not resist the pair of wet eyes, so he leaned over and blew gently on his fingertips.

However, the warm breath from above brushing against his skin still made Renlu Wensheng feel a little uncomfortable, and this time he was just "giving it a go". Without waiting for Liu Jiqian to react, the tips of his ears turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his earlobes became transparent.

He buried his head in Liu Jiqian's shoulder, his nose rubbed against the crisp pine scent from the other's collar, and the brocade fabric rubbed against his cheek, with the crisp pine scent mixed with the faint smell of ink on the other's body, which unexpectedly made him feel at ease.

"Dongdong-Dongdong-"

He could clearly hear the other person's suddenly accelerated heartbeat, beating against his cheek like a drum, and his own heart, which was also beating non-stop, seemed to lose its voice in an instant.

"I'll be back soon," Lu Wensheng's nose rubbed against his collarbone, his tone as soft as a ball of cotton, "I'll be with you when I come back, okay? Liu Jiqian? Liu Weiyun, Weiyun?"

The deliberately prolonged tail note has an upward arc, scratching people's hearts like a feather.

Liu Jiqian's body suddenly tensed up because of the unexpected surprise, and then slowly relaxed when he finished speaking.

He looked down at the reddened ears and slightly trembling eyelashes of the person in his arms, and felt a warm current surge up from the bottom of his heart, flowing through his blood vessels and spreading to his limbs, even his fingertips were numb and warm.

He could feel the body temperature of the person in his arms coming through the clothes. The familiar scent of ink mixed with the faint smell of soapberry wrapped him like a gentle net. The sourness in his heart caused by Wu Feipeng was instantly overwhelmed by a huge sense of satisfaction.

"Will you really come back?"

He asked cautiously, his fingertips curled up and unclenched, his arms frozen in mid-air, wanting to hug him but not daring to. In the end, he carefully wrapped his arms around his waist, his fingertips gently stroking the hair on the back of his neck through the fabric, and his other hand tentatively put his arm around his waist.

"He's not going to run away with that Wu Feipeng?"

"No." Wu Feipeng is not a human trafficker.

Lu Wensheng felt helpless and was a little breathless due to his enthusiasm, but he still coaxed him patiently, "He and I are just from the same school, how can I be close to you?"

Fortunately, Hongyu was not there. Lu Wensheng looked serious and felt very fortunate.

Otherwise, if he was heard, Wu Feipeng would not cry, make a fuss, or even threaten to commit suicide like Tang He did. However, as the second in command of the Discipline Hall, his ideas were more difficult to handle - Tang He was easy to appease, but Wu Feipeng was not.

Lu Wensheng felt that his title as the master of keeping things balanced was in jeopardy.

However, when Lu Wensheng raised his head and noticed Liu Jiqian's red ears, the guilty feeling was put aside - besides, the most urgent thing was to amuse the object as soon as possible.

So he deliberately dragged out the ending sound, "Weiyun..."

The word "Weiyun" was like an electric current running through Liu Jiqian's spine. He suddenly lowered his head and bumped into Lu Wensheng's smiling eyes.

The man's brown pupils reflected the fragments of candlelight, and the curve of his lips was like the melting stream in early spring, rippling with tiny ripples.

He felt like a giant beast whose fur had been stroked, and all his hostility turned into a low, sighing snoring in his throat, although that sound ultimately only turned into a vibration in his chest.

"What did you call me?" Liu Jiqian's voice trembled slightly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade belt around Lu Wensheng's waist, "Call me again..."

Finally, he added, trying to cover up his mistake: "I didn't hear it clearly."

When Lu Wensheng raised his head, his nose rubbed against Liu Jiqian's chin, and he saw tiny lights in those golden-red eyes, like fish swimming in a spring pond when the ice breaks.

Faced with this look of beauty, even one with a heart of stone would be softened to pieces.

"I'm not being a fangirl! Liu Jiqian's beauty is irresistible no matter how hard I try!"

Perhaps because he was guilty, Lu Wensheng gave a self-deceiving explanation to the system that was peeking at the screen.

[Yeah, yeah, it's human nature, it's understandable, who doesn't like such an authoritative face? ] Actually, it's not like that, there's no resistance at all, right?

A qualified system is one that sees through things but does not reveal them, lest the host becomes angry and refuses to give any sweets.

Lu Wensheng didn't know the system was telling him to do this. He raised his hand to cup Liu Jiqian's cheek, rubbing his fingertips over the red marks on the corners of his lips, and called softly, "Weiyun."

System: When a piece of wood touches a person, it has no sense of weight.

Liu Jiqian was easily attracted by her.

He suddenly buried his head in Lu Wensheng's neck, his silver-gray hair brushing across the other's collarbone, causing a slight tremor.

The whimpers that escaped from the throat were mixed with sighs of satisfaction, like a big cat that felt comfortable after its fur was stroked. All the spikes on its body were retracted, leaving only its furry and docile appearance.

Lu Wensheng felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and suddenly felt that this "seductive move", although outrageous, was unexpectedly effective.

He shook his head helplessly and let Liu Jiqian hang on him like a koala, but he silently took note of this matter in his heart - after getting out of the formation, he would make sure to let this guy recall his "spoiled" appearance today.