After spacing out for a mont, Qiao Xu suddenly ca back to her senses, looking at the man close in front of her, with a powerful aura coming towards her.
"What do you want, knocking so urgently on the door?"
Lu Moqing’s deep voice, magnetic and sexy, rang in front of her, invisibly exuding an elusive charm.
"You..."
Her words were interrupted by Lu Moqing’s playful chuckle. He leaned against the door behind Qiao Xu with one hand, the other resting on his lip, faint laughter shimring in his eyes.
"You didn’t co in to watch shower, did you?"
Qiao Xu’s expression darkened, and rembering the mont of panic just now outside the door, her face looked even worse.
"If you want to see, you can directly tell , I won’t refuse."
Fingers gently brushed aside the hair hiding Qiao Xu’s forehead, fingertips grazing her delicate skin, inducing a tingle.
Qiao Xu’s body involuntarily shuddered, dodging to the side to avoid Lu Moqing’s touch.
"You’re overthinking it."
Qiao Xu’s eyes carried unease, purposefully avoiding Lu Moqing’s burning and probing gaze.
"No? Could it be...?"
Lu Moqing lowered his head, getting even closer to Qiao Xu’s face. His warm breath intensified, "Were you worried about ? You sounded quite panicked when you were calling for outside."
Hearing that, Qiao Xu couldn’t help furrowing her brows.
At this mont, Lu Moqing wrapped himself loosely in a white bathrobe, the collar wide open, revealing the distinctive wound on his forehead, exuding a wild, sensual appeal.
The unintentionally emitted masculine pheromones accelerated Qiao Xu’s heartbeat uncontrollably.
Looking into his teasing eyes, and realizing her panic had been noticed by Lu Moqing, she beca sowhat angrily embarrassed, "I just wanted to see if you were dead or not."
Seeing her annoyance, the laughter in Lu Moqing’s eyes deepened.
"Don’t worry, how could I have the heart to make you a widow?"
Ambiguous words, accompanied by heart-throbbing masculine aroma, struck Qiao Xu’s heart one by one.
Looking at his slightly smug smile, Qiao Xu felt as if she had been played by him.
"Are you alright?"
She asked coldly, staring at Lu Moqing.
Lu Moqing hesitated for a while before answering, "I’m fine now, but I don’t know about later."
Qiao Xu didn’t want to engage in a war of words, so after giving Lu Moqing a cold look, she pushed him aside and walked out of the bathroom with a cold expression.
Lu Moqing wasn’t angry about being brushed off by Qiao Xu, he simply followed her out with a soft chuckle.
He poured two glasses of red wine at the bar, then looked at the woman working intently in front of the computer, his thin lips curling up involuntarily.
He didn’t bother her, just leaning lazily against the bar.
The dim light from the computer screen cast a glow on her exquisite features. He watched her silently, his thoughts drifting away.
He couldn’t help but think that if it was still three years ago, she would be by his side, and he could rightfully call her his wife anyti, anywhere.
A fleeting sense of peace erged in his heart, but reality was completely different.
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