C18 The warmth and affection of lu jingbei

Lu Jingqiao leaned closer and closer. Xiaoqiao's hands helplessly pressed against his chest, her clear eyes were so innocent that it made people feel lovable and heartbroken.

"Big Brother Lu, don't ?" Xiaoqiao softly rejected her.

After saying that, Xiaoqiao lowered her head, not daring to meet Lu Yubei's eyes at all.

Those eyes were too deep, like a deep whirlpool, with an indescribable magic that made her feel as if it could suck in her heart and soul.

Lu Yubei was indeed staring at Xiaoqiao's red cheeks. She was young, her skin was moist and clear, so tender that it seemed like it could pinch water.

Lu Yubei suddenly couldn't bear to let go of such a beautiful scenery.

He lowered his body and used both hands to support Xiaoqiao's body, firmly trapping her on the bed.

The distance was getting closer and closer ? Xiaoqiao could smell the cold and clear scent on his body. It was light, but very comfortable.

Not at all.

"Big Brother Lu ?" Xiaoqiao spoke out a reminder with a red face.

Looking at her red earlobes, Lu Yubei didn't have the heart to tease her anymore. He stood up slightly and pulled away from her, "The wounds on your body still need to be properly healed.

Cold?

Please forgive me, but the pronunciation "Han Leng" is really "Cold".

So... She really couldn't blame Xiaoqiao for misheard her.

Han Leng who was knocking on the door coughed fiercely, he looked at him and asked curiously: "Your name, is it really cold?"

Originally, there was no problem with his words.

But, Xiaoqiao added on, "Then how afraid are you of the cold, but ? I think if you're really afraid of the cold, you shouldn't be called cold, you should be called warm. "

Lu Yubei smiled happily, his lips actually hiding a trace of doting.

His wife could be so cute!

Han Leng felt very wronged, but he did not dare to say anything. He had no choice, the one who spoke up was Young Madam Lu, she was President Lu's wife, he was destined to be the target of pressure.

"Then what's your surname!" Suddenly, Xiaoqiao asked again.

Han Leng thought that he would die suddenly, but he did not. Under Lu Yubei's gaze, he immediately answered respectfully, "Actually ? My surname is Han, and Han Yu's name is Han.

Xiaoqiao then realized: It's Han Leng!

He stuck out his tongue and smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, I was wrong."

"It doesn't matter!"

This was what Lu Yubei had said.

"You just woke up, you still need to rest, you can't talk too much." Lu Yubei said as he personally covered Xiaoqiao with a blanket.

Xiaoqiao also obediently closed her eyes, feeling a lot more relaxed in her heart.

The shadow that was thick and heavy just now seemed to have been dispelled.

This Lu Yubei, just who is he, a Holy God?

She was really good to him, as if every time she fell, she would run into him and be rescued by him.

This sort of fate was like a gift from heaven.

Maybe it had been too long since he felt such warmth, but Xiaoqiao was truly moved, and the wounds on his body no longer hurt as much.

It turned out that warmth could really dispel so much cold and injuries; it turned out that ? What she wanted had always been so simple.

Outside the ward...

As soon as Lu Yubei left, he instructed Han Leng something. "There's a person called Muhan, go and investigate what kind of past he and Xiaoqiao have."