Luo Mingxuan resisted the feeling of suffocation, and he slowly loosened his grip on her, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm sorry... Wan Qing."
Su Wanqing was free, but lost her strength. Her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Luo Mingxuan helped her in time. The moment he grabbed her arm, he saw two circles of purple fingerprints on her wrist.
It was caused when he used excessive force and restrained her.
Her skin is so tender, even the slightest exertion will leave purple marks.
The guilt in Luo Mingxuan's heart deepened.
He held her hands in his hands like treasures, put them to his mouth, and blew gently, hoping to alleviate some of her pain.
Su Wanqing didn't speak, her eyes were still lifeless. After she regained her ability to stand, the corners of her lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, she withdrew her hands, and said coldly: "You don't need to pretend to be kind, you pervert."
Her voice was still as soft and soft as ever, but it seemed to have been soaked in deadly venom. Just one sentence caused him to convulse.
"Pervert? Scumbag?" Luo Mingxuan straightened Su Wanqing's body, lowered her head, forced her to look into his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Am I like this in your heart?
"
Su Wanqing stared back without fear, cruelly tearing apart the remaining hope in those dark blue eyes. Her frosty soft lips slightly opened and she faintly uttered one word: "Yes."
Luo Mingxuan was deeply hurt by the attitude of the goddess in his heart. He let go of her hand, closed his eyes slightly tiredly, turned his head, and let out a long sigh.
In the shopping mall, he was called the executioner and the wise man, but once he faced Wan Qing, he felt that he was a complete loser.
"Wan Qing, don't you have any feelings for me?" Luo Mingxuan asked again, seemingly unwilling to give up.
Su Wanqing's long eyelashes, like pendants, fluttered slightly, and a soft and waxy voice came from her slightly parted lips: "Then... doesn't Uncle Luo have any love for my mother?
"
Luo Mingxuan was silent. She could always easily poke at things he didn't want to face.
"Jiu Ge, I like her." This was his only answer, and it did not express love.
"But - Wan Qing, you are different, I love you." Luo Mingxuan turned his head with difficulty and expressed his feelings with difficulty. He never knew that he, who had always been all-powerful in the shopping mall, would actually turn around when facing love.
can become so humble.
Hearing such a direct confession, Su Wanqing's body couldn't help but tremble. Over the past eighteen years, there have been countless boys who have admired her, and many have come to her to confess their feelings, but there has never been anyone like Luo Mingxuan.
In this way, the word love is said so seriously.
She was shocked by the depth between his words. She knew that he was not lying.
but--
"I'm sorry, Uncle Luo. I only regard you as an elder. You are my mother's lover." Wan Qing lowered her head, not wanting the other party to see her expression, and then bent down and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
"You are twice as old as me." Su Wanqing's face was even soft, and her fairy-like glazed black eyes stared at Luo Mingxuan for a moment, "Uncle Luo, have you ever thought about it?
As time goes by, I gradually accept your affection, what will be the consequences?"