"Yes, Lucifer, if you are a good brother, just let me know!"
"Go, go, go and stay where you can cool down!" Luo Xichen took the trouble to push away the few friends and pursued Su Wanqing in the direction where he disappeared.
Several young Italians behind them shook their heads helplessly, sighing at the sight of such and such a betrayed friend.
"Wan Qing——"
"Wan Qing——"
Luo Xichen shouted, pushing aside the crowd, going up the spiral staircase, and when he came to the ground, he finally saw Su Wanqing's somewhat lonely voice.
He ran up in a dozen steps and soon caught up with him.
Luo Xichen took her thin shoulder, looked at her beautiful face with inexplicable emotions, and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? Why did you run away without saying a word? Are you angry?"
Su Wanqing was silent and shook her head, her voice soft and soft: "No, I just felt a little uncomfortable for a while."
"What's not suitable for this? Isn't it just a kiss?" Luo Xichen seemed a little disapproving. No matter how you looked at it, the curvature of the corners of his lips looked so dazzling. "This is Italy. A kiss between a man and a woman is very good."
Normal things can even be regarded as a kind of etiquette."
Sure enough...she knew it.
Still remember, when he took away her first kiss, he said, "Why don't you accept my thank you kiss?"
For a moment, Su Wanqing felt empty in her heart and felt a little sad. The kiss she cared about so much might, in the eyes of the other party, be just a temporary courtesy.
"No, I'm fine. It's just that there are too many people in the underground arena and the air is a bit stuffy. I want to come out for some fresh air." Su Wanqing smiled slightly and covered it up.
Luo Xichen breathed a sigh of relief, his ice blue eyes were relieved, and he said in an extremely flat tone: "I told you earlier, I thought you were angry."
Su Wanqing blinked and asked, "Are you afraid that I will be angry?"
"Of course." Luo Xichen replied almost without thinking.
"Why..." Before the question could be uttered, he was interrupted by shouts from afar.
"Lucifer—come out!"
Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen turned their heads at the same time and saw a beautiful native Italian girl who was dressed very fashionably and had long blond curly hair.
She is very beautiful, with a slightly sulky face, and is a real blonde beauty.
When Luo Xichen saw the blond beauty, she immediately stopped smiling, frowned slightly, and her voice was full of impatience, and shouted: "Mechelle!"
When the blonde beauty heard the shouting, she immediately spotted the two of them. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she ran over on eleven-centimeter high-heeled shoes with crystal diamonds.
She has an innate aura of nobility, and the decorations all over her body are from world-famous brands.
After Mechelle ran over, she stood in front of Luo Xichen, pouting slightly, with accusations in her green eyes, and said: "Why do you want to let me go? Didn't you agree to go to the Ukiyoe Painting Museum?"
Luo Xichen glanced at her lightly and said, "Didn't I ask Chris to tell you? I have important things today."
Mechelle was obviously very dissatisfied with Luo Xichen's attitude. She stepped forward, took his arm affectionately, shook it coquettishly, and said, "I don't want to tell anyone anything important in person.