Tangling with the Western Commander-Chapter 350 - 347
Chapter 350: Chapter 347
Chapter 350 -347
As soon as he had said this, Wen Xian: “…??”
Realizing he had genuinely uttered such words, Wen Xian couldn’t help but feel her ears burn with heat.
“Hmm? Take it off,” Captain Lu said indifferently, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
Yet Wen Xian’s face blushed and heated up, and she couldn’t resist biting her teeth slightly, whispering slowly with a slight stammer, “Captain Lu, you’re so cheeky.”
So cheeky…
Isn’t that right? Looking all serious, but asking her to strip for him to see.
Truly shameless!
Lu Xiao: “…”
He seemed slightly taken aback at first but soon his eyes grew even deeper. Suddenly, he flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
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It was as if a faint flame ignited in the depths of his eyes. Swallowing hard, he said:
“Is that so? There’s more where that came from.”
Wen Xian: “…”
…
The wind started blowing in the courtyard, sending the snow on the blue tiles scattering down, twisting and dancing in the air.
Some flowers were planted along the wall in the courtyard, which, despite it being winter, were blooming with stunning colors, breathtakingly beautiful.
They should be extremely fragile, yet they withstand the assault of wind and snow, resiliently enduring.
After gleaming brightly, they would become even more soul-stirringly beautiful with the dew at dawn.
The curtains were not drawn, and the cold moonlight poured through the window lattice.
Faintly discernable were the overlapped figures on the big bed, their fingers intertwined at the edge of her pillow.
Beneath the chilly light and shadow, the man’s jawline was sharp, his features exceptionally handsome; the lines trailed down his neck and subtly into the covers.
Winter’s harsh cold.
Yet beneath the covers, they were scorched by burning heat.
Time slipped by, moment by moment.
It was probably around the time when the dawn began to brighten when, without knowing what she had gone through last night, only the hair in front of her forehead was damp.
Her cheeks were flushed as she finally fell into a deep sleep against his broad and solid chest.
The man’s strong arms held her close, his lean figure contrasting starkly with his large and sturdy frame.
Faintly visible beneath the covers was the glimpse of her smooth, rounded, and fair shoulders, hinting that…
Neither of them wore any clothes.
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Wen Xian ended up resting at Lu Xiao’s house for a few days.
Lu Xiao was quite busy after returning, and though she didn’t know exactly what he was busy with, it seemed important—often at night, she would see him in the courtyard speaking earnestly on the phone with someone.
Moreover, she was also busy filming, so she did not inquire further.
But these past few days, Lu Xiao had been picking her up and dropping her off at the film set for her final scenes.
The weekend was fast approaching.
Most students would be starting their holidays.
That Friday evening she finished work early, ending around four or five o’clock, and an Audi A6 was waiting by the roadside.
Wen Xian quickly changed her clothes, wrapping herself up tightly to avoid paparazzi trailing her, and left through the back door.
She jogged all the way, hurrying to open the rear car door and jumped in.
Lu Xiao glanced at her through the rearview mirror and, while turning up the heater, said earnestly, “What’s the hurry? What if you fall on the slippery ground?”
If it weren’t for her constant warnings not to get out of the car for fear of being spotted by paparazzi and causing trouble, he would have gone out to her.
Once in the car, Wen Xian finally took off her hat, scarf, mask, sunglasses, and the thick, bulky coat she wore when resting from filming, panting slightly as she said:
“I can’t help it. Besides, I’m not pregnant. Even if I fall, it won’t be a big deal.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Lu Xiao immediately threatened, not in the least bit polite.
