"If I don't trip you, how can I hold your hand?" Bei Tangye curled his lips and smiled with an evil smile. His hand still held Lu Wushuang's hand tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Let go." Looking down at the hands held together, Lu Wushuang frowned in displeasure. She shook it but did not shake it away, and shouted with a raised voice.
"You can let me go, unless you agree to go swimming in the lake with me tomorrow." Beitang Ye took the opportunity to threaten.
"Dream." Lu Wushuang raised an angry eyebrow, raised her foot and stepped on Beitang Ye's foot.
I saw Beitang Ye making a move, and flashed behind Lu Wushuang like a ghost. Instead of grabbing him, he hugged Lu Wushuang tightly from behind, openly acting like a hooligan in this clear day.
"You bastard, let me go." Lu Wushuang struggled hard, but whenever and wherever women and men competed in strength, they were always the weaker side.
"Shuang girls, if you don't agree to my request, I won't let you go." Bei Tangye's hand holding Lu Wushuang tightened a little more. His lips were pressed against her small earlobe, and he deliberately stretched out his hand while threatening.
He licked her soft earlobe with his fiery tongue, lighting up sparks in this already unbearably hot summer day.
"Okay, I promise you, I will repay you for saving my life half a month ago." Lu Wushuang was teased by Beitang Ye's wet and greasy tongue, and her body gradually became weak. Who said her earlobes were her most sensitive part?
I was forced to nod in agreement.
"That's so good. Tomorrow morning, here and now, see you there or not. Remember, my name is Beitang Ye, you can also call me Ye." The evil voice was as bewitching as a demonic chant. After saying that,
Bei Tangye let go of Lu Wushuang and walked towards Prince Qi's Mansion under the scorching sun.
"Beitang Ye, Beitang Ye, such a familiar surname, where have I heard it before?" Looking at the direction in which Beitang Ye disappeared, Lu Wushuang muttered to himself repeatedly. Suddenly, a message flashed in his mind.
, "Beitang seems to be the surname of Beitiao Kingdom. Could it be that he is the prince of Beitiao Kingdom?"
It's not the fault of Lu Wushuang's ignorance, it's the fault of the deceased Miss Lu San, whose whole heart was tied to Shangguan Haoyun, and most of the memories left to her were related to Shangguan Haoyun.
While he was thinking about it, an anxious but yet somewhat joyful voice came from behind.
"Miss, miss, I finally found you." This was Vanilla's voice.
Lu Wushuang turned around and saw Vanilla running towards her with sweat profusely.
"Vanilla, I'm sorry for making you worry." Seeing the worry in Vanilla's eyes, Lu Wushuang felt warm and apologetic in her heart, "We didn't finish the meal at Jufenglou just now. Let's go and find another restaurant for a big meal.
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After saying this, Lu Wushuang took Vanilla's hand and found a restaurant near Hongqiao. The master and servant had a full meal and strolled around the street for a while before slowly walking back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The next day was another day with the sun shining brightly.
The afternoon sun was mercilessly scorching the earth like fire, and the usually energetic trees became listless.
After a good night's sleep, Lu Wushuang had long forgotten the agreement he made with Beitang Ye.
At this time, she was lying on a bamboo recliner under the osmanthus tree with her eyes closed. There was a plate of sliced watermelon on the small square table next to the recliner. Vanilla moved a chair and sat next to it for Lu Wushuang to rock.
Fan her, and when she opens her mouth, insert a piece of watermelon into her mouth in time.
"Herb, it's so hot to me, why don't you stop fanning?" Lu Wushuang said with her eyes closed as she couldn't feel the wind from the fan. A thin layer of sweat soon appeared on her forehead.