Hiss!
"Jiang Ye, don’t be reckless..."
Isn’t this person a bit too...?
Right off the bat, he wants to tear soone’s clothes.
Lu Jing was so frightened that he imdiately yelled out.
Mainly because he was wearing a bridesmaid’s dress, and the wedding wasn’t over yet—he still needed to wear it!
"Jiang Ye!"
After repeating it twice, the man finally stopped, his gaze intensely fixed on the woman:
"Shouldn’t you be paying so interest?" he articulated each word.
Interest?
What on earth?
The man’s entire body pressed against her, perfectly aligned:
"Here, here, and here, all were beaten by your brother!"
In his tone, there seed to be a hint of pitifulness.
Lu Jing couldn’t help but cough lightly, his eyebrows also twitching:
"Didn’t you fight back too?" he retorted with a flat response.
Jiang Ye snorted coldly:
"I fought back at most one third!"
Otherwise, even though Lu Yan is skilled, he wouldn’t have been hurt this badly by Jiang Ye.
To put it plainly, he let it happen, intentionally going easy.
What could he do?
That was his wife’s own cousin!
Besides, there was a reason the other party had started the fight.
Haven’t you seen that even the Jiang family didn’t bother to intervene?
Fight if they must, but keep a breath left.
"Your brother is really cruel, my wife, it hurts~"
Was this going from tough to soft now?
Lu Jing, helpless, then reached out and gently touched the man’s facial injury:
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Indeed, he still felt concerned.
Jiang Ye nodded frantically:
"Hmm, it hurts, it really hurts a lot!"
Usually on missions, how often were his injuries lighter than this?
But it seed like he never complained of pain before!
Lu Jing knew well that the man was just putting on an act, but knowing that didn’t stop him from feeling concerned.
How could he not care for his own man?
"Go wash up quickly. After you wash, I’ll apply so dicine, and it’ll stop hurting soon," he said.
However, Jiang Ye didn’t obediently go to wash. Instead, he once again caressed the woman’s slender waist, with both hands tightly grasping it as if he could snap it with a little force.
"Don’t."
Hmm?
"If you don’t go wash, how am I supposed to apply dicine?"
"Then don’t apply it!"
"What?"
Lu Jing’s intended question hadn’t even co out when he was kissed forcefully by the man once more.
And this ti, it wasn’t gentle at all—it was brutally fierce.
Lu Jing could sharply feel his lips being bitten until they were sore and numb; he couldn’t move, completely restrained by brute force.
To put it simply: heaven wouldn’t answer if you called, and the earth wouldn’t respond.
He certainly couldn’t call for help from the outside now.
The hotel’s soundproofing was excellent; you could hardly hear anything.
"Jiang Ye, stop fooling around. Soone might look for at any ti."
Although he was just a placeholder bridesmaid, who knew when he might be called upon.
How awkward would that be?
Besides, wasn’t Jiang Ye also a groomsman? If sothing was needed from the groom’s side, they would surely look for soone.
However, the words Lu Jing said seed to fall on deaf ears.
It was as if it went in one ear and out the other.
His hands never stopped their movents, and now, they were already closely following the woman’s thighs, clearly wanting to continue moving upward.
Lu Jing was scared out of his wits and quickly intervened:
"Jiang Ye."
One hand firmly held him down.
If he didn’t stop now, things might really beco uncontrollable.
The aning behind the man’s actions was already very clear.
"My wife, don’t you have any sympathy for your husband?"
Is sympathy shown like this?
"Stop touching . Rest properly, and I’ll apply dicine for you, okay?"
Isn’t that caring enough?
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