What is in front of you is a mountain road. There are not many tourists around, but you can see that they are all rich or noble.
It seems that Luo Mingxuan was right, this is indeed a VIP lane.
"The mountain road is rough, please hold on to me." As he said that, Luo Mingxuan reached out his big hand and grabbed Su Wanqing's small hand.
His hands were so strong, like the sharp claws of an eagle, no matter how hard Su Wanqing struggled, he could not free himself.
The most terrifying thing was the heat coming from Luo Mingxuan's palm, and his mischievous fingers that kept stroking her tender palm.
"Uncle Luo!" Su Wanqing's black eyes like glass were covered with a faint layer of dusk mist, and there was a hint of begging in her voice, "Please let me go, I can go by myself."
Luo Mingxuan's dark blue eyes stared at her closely, like a whirlpool, pouting at her crazily, with a sly smile on his lips, and said: "What if I don't let go?"
"Then I'll tell mom!" Su Wanqing yelled loudly. She was really scared. She was scared to death. She had no resistance at all in front of this extremely oppressive man.
Not only did Luo Mingxuan not let go, but he took Su Wanqing into his arms with his arms, lowered his head, and looked at her angry little face up close.
God, she was like a beautiful fruit that he couldn't help but want to pick. Especially those two red lips that were as beautiful as red wine, tempting people to commit crimes.
A fierce flame rose from the depths of Luo Mingxuan's body and quickly traveled throughout his body, burning his blood, his internal organs, and his bone marrow.
This wonderful and painful feeling almost made him roar unbearably. Only the goddess in his heart could bring him this feeling.
"Tell her, I want to see how Jiu Ge will react?" Luo Mingxuan was like a devil of sinful love, approaching her beautiful face step by step, so close that he could smell it clearly.
To the clear and sweet feeling coming from her body, "Baby, I'm waiting for you."
"You bastard!" Su Wanqing's glass-like black eyes suddenly widened and she glared angrily at Luo Mingxuan, "You don't love my mother at all!"
This is an affirmative sentence. Su Wanqing has never been more certain than now.
"It's a shame my mother still has such high expectations for you, you scumbag!" Thinking back to that night when my mother said she loved the devil in front of her, I really didn't feel sorry for her.
Su Wanqing was originally just afraid, but when a person's fear reaches the limit and adrenaline surges, inexplicable courage will rise from the bottom of her heart, just like her at this moment.
But Luo Mingxuan seemed to turn a deaf ear to the insults in his arms and didn't care at all. He just kept staring at her, looking at her carefully, just like looking at a perfect sculpture.
He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world: "Wan Qing, you are so beautiful..."
The dark blue eyes gradually blurred, and the proud thin lips, with a unique masculine flavor, pressed towards her inch by inch.
Not knowing where the strength came from, Su Wanqing, who had been held hostage, suddenly pushed Luo Mingxuan away, struggling desperately with both hands, and in the process of struggling, his sharp nails scratched Luo Mingxuan's face.
"Hiss—" The two wounds happened to be on the forehead, about an inch or more, and the slanting blood marks were very conspicuous.
When Su Wanqing saw this, he ran away without saying a word. This trail was a mountain road with gentle hills, so running was not too strenuous.