C13 A Slap

"Third Master, are you sure you want to protect this bitch?"

Lyi Ziqin angrily stared at Shen Xicheng who was beside Lu Mingchen.

Lu Mingchen only lowered his head and casually tidied the golden button by his sleeve. He lazily emphasized, "I will say it again. I, Third Young Master Lu, want this woman! And it's a promise!!"

He smiled, but that smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. "Who the f * ck wants to talk about rules with me? I, Lu San, don't mind teaching her how to write the word 'death'!"

It was clearly a domineering and rude threat, but it came from Lu Mingchen's lips, and it was so elegant and calm.

His peach blossom eyes that could overturn all living things narrowed, and he smiled as he looked at Lyi Ziqin's unpredictable face.

"Wh... Why?"

Lyi Ziqin could not believe it, "What is so special about this girl? It was only one night, and Third Young Master had to protect her like this?"

Indeed, Xicheng was also very confused about this question.

She tilted her head and looked at him doubtfully, waiting for his answer.

At this time, Third Young Master Lu also turned his head over and looked at Xicheng.

Her charming eyes curved up and seemed to contain an evil smile. She reached out and grabbed her small chin, "This young master likes her tender taste! After eating, it's simply hard to extricate oneself from the teachings..."

Xicheng's expression changed slightly and she secretly cursed in her heart, 'Rogue'. She disdainfully moved her hand away from his hand.

At this moment, she would definitely not openly offend him. If she wanted to live, she had to lean on him first.

Xicheng understood very well in her heart.

Hearing Third Young Master Lu's words, Lyi Ziqin stared at Xicheng with hatred in her eyes.

But she knew in her heart that if she continued to fight with the Third Young Master like this, she would definitely not gain any benefits.

"Alright, I will not bother about other matters. But... Regarding the matter of her hitting me, Third Young Master, don't blame me for not giving you face. Slapping me, Lyi Ziqin, in front of so many of my brothers, not to mention losing face. In the future, how am I going to establish my prestige in front of my brothers? "

Lyi Ziqin was not a person to be easily dealt with.

Third Young Master Lu squinted his charming eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want to see what Third Young Master will do!" Lyi Ziqin smiled.

She looked at Xicheng with a sincere gaze, "I want to give her a slap, but Third Young Master, are you willing to do it?"

Lu Mingchen's ink eyes were filled with waves. He only gave Jishan a look.

Jishan understood what he meant.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of a slap was heard in the hall.

Jishan received the order and slapped Xicheng's delicate and swollen cheek without hesitation.

"What right do you have to hit me?"

Xicheng was stunned by Jishan's slap. After a few seconds of silence, she heard a loud roar in the hall.

Her face hurt as if it was burning.

Tears almost rolled out of her eyes, but she held it in.