87. Chapter 87 You can have a woman but not a lover 2
Chapter 87 You can have a woman, but not a lover (2)
"You were watching too intently." Feng Hao pulled her into his arms and comforted her softly, "Here, except for me, no one dares to appear behind you like this. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?"
Xia Yucheng looked at him and shook her head, then nodded again.
Speaking of which, she is sometimes quite afraid of this man, especially when he doesn't speak. Moreover, this man has a natural kingly aura, which always makes people feel an invisible pressure unconsciously.
That kind of pressure will make her feel that she is so small, weak and vulnerable in front of him.
"What's wrong? Are you scared out of your wits?" He smiled and pinched her tender face, then tapped her gently on her smooth forehead.
"No...you are stupid..." She touched her forehead dissatisfied, then turned around in his arms and looked at the sword, and asked, "Hao, what is a man's sword?"
Feng Hao hugged her waist from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and asked in a dumb voice: "You want to know?"
"Yes!" She nodded vigorously, for fear that the man would not know her determination.
Letting go of her, Feng Hao walked to the knife rest, took the knife off the sandalwood knife rest with both hands, then turned it around in his hand, holding the knife with one hand and the handle with the other, and pulled it gently.
Amidst the cold and beautiful sound of metal, the blade of the scabbard flashed with cold light, biting and freezing.
"The blade of this knife is forged with the blood of the enemy!" The knife flipped gorgeously in Feng Hao's hand, and Xia Yucheng was right in front of her, with the sharp light flashing in front of her eyes.
"Is it true that no woman has ever touched it?" I have to say that this is an extremely exquisite knife. Xia Yucheng really wants to hold it in her hand and see what it feels like.
She heard that women could not be touched, which made her feel quite sorry.
Feng Hao laughed in a low voice. He said these words to tease Xia Yucheng. It is not that no woman has touched this knife, but there are really very few women who have touched it.
"Are you kidding me?" Xia Yucheng guessed a few clues from the smile on his face, and then said without hesitation, "Hao, can I touch it? It's really... beautiful!"
Her tone was almost pleading. She fell in love with this knife as soon as she saw it.
"Follow me!" Feng Hao turned his wrist and the knife was already sheathed.
When they walked out of the study, Zhu Huan stood respectfully outside the door. Xia Yucheng felt that Zhu Huan was like Feng Hao's shadow.
"Zhu Huan, go to the garden, let's practice." Feng Hao said, dragging Xia Yucheng towards the garden.
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It's spring and the scenery in the garden is exceptionally beautiful.
"Sir..." Zhu Huan, who caught up from behind, held two bamboo swords in his hands.
"Take it!" Feng Hao raised his hand and threw the sword into Xia Yucheng's hand. She was shocked and quickly caught it with both hands.
Her embarrassed appearance attracted Feng Hao's doting smile: "Stupid woman!"
Xia Yucheng carefully held the sword and made a face at Feng Hao mischievously: "You are stupid, Zhu Huan, you want to defeat your family!"
Zhu Huan did not dare to answer, bowed slightly and said nothing.
"Xia Yucheng, where are you from?" Feng Hao was not angry, but still smiled. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his strong arms.
"Feng Hao, I'm in the middle, not on either side!" Xia Yucheng replied with a smile.