Chapter 138: Chapter 135: She Spilled the Aged Vinegar
The world had quieted down, leaving only the sound of rain hitting the glass and the beat of her heart.
However, just when everything was falling into place—
Lu Xiao stared at sothing, his eyes in the dark shimring with a hint of crimson, and he fell silent.
“Why, why did it stop?”
Her hoarse voice had just faded when she suddenly felt a warm flow in her abdon.
She was stunned for quite a while, burying her entire self into the pillow, her little fists forcefully pounding on the bed.
Tears almost fell.
The man’s chest rose and fell slightly. Lu Xiao picked up a thin fleece garnt, quickly put it on over his solid pectorals and lean, strong abdominal muscles.
“What should I do, what can I do?”
His voice was husky, and the fla that she had sparked in his eyes was being forcefully suppressed.
His self-control was too strong.
He had no experience, and since they had just gotten together, he didn’t know how to handle this kind of situation; he only felt that at this mont, she was incredibly fragile, like a delicate flower that couldn’t withstand any wind or rain.
Not to ntion a surging wave.
Little did he expect, after his words fell—
Wen Xian lifted her little head from the pillow, her voice almost tearful with grievance, “You don’t have to do anything, you’re already useless.”
Lu Xiao: “…”
He paced back and forth in the room a couple of tis, his fingers threading through his thick, dark hair as he took a deep breath, his jawline tensing into a clear outline.
Then he picked up his phone and left the bedroom.
Wen Xian: “…”
Wen Xian felt like crying with aggrievent. She had guessed that it was coming; after all, they hadn’t taken any precautions during their first ti because she thought it was a safe period.
But now it ant that it could co at any mont.
She wrapped herself in a robe and went to the restroom.
She did not know what Lu Xiao was doing, but when she ca out again, she suddenly heard the faint sound of a man’s voice in the living room.
?
She stealthily moved closer to listen.
Suddenly, she saw him standing in the living room, on a phone call, his voice intermittently coming through:
“Brown sugar? Add slices of ginger? What else—”
Wen Xian heard these few words, and her heart trembled slightly.
Who, who was he talking to on the phone?
Why did the voice on the other end sound a bit like a woman’s?
…
Lu Xiao pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to the voice on the phone.
“I got it.”
Just as he was about to hang up, the voice on the other end suddenly said, “Wait, wait, what you said earlier, is it true?! You really got a girlfriend?!”
Lu Xiao took a deep breath and replied calmly, “I’ve woken you and troubled you enough, go back to sleep now.”
With that, he hung up first.
Then turned around, intending to head to the kitchen.
But just then, a glimpse in the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of a figure in a robe.
Standing by the wall, her delicate feet touching the ground.
Lu Xiao imdiately frowned and strode over.
“Lu, you—ah…!”
Before she could finish her words, he had lifted her up and was directly heading towards the couch.
He generally didn’t like to talk; when he couldn’t stand sothing, he would just act, his movents assertive yet gentle.
Her entire body sank into the couch, both her feet seized by him.
His voice was cool, “Why did you co out without wearing shoes? Won’t your stomach hurt? You’re grown up, can’t you take care of yourself?”
Wen Xian: “…”
Stunned by his scolding, she couldn’t retort and only managed to divert the topic by murmuring softly, “Who were you calling just now? It sounded like a woman’s voice.”
As she spoke, she bit her lip, her heart feeling as if it had been overturned by a bucket of aged vinegar.
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