The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (31)
No good. It felt that its family’s host was already so black-hearted and rotten that no medicine could cure her.
The male lead was on his own1, ba.
Lu Zixi said to her after eating: “Let’s go back, ba.”
Bai Weiwei said, smiling, “En, gege.”
The sweet sound of gege seeped into his heart.
Lu Zixi couldn’t hold back a smile. Once he set aside his aversion towards her and properly took a good look at her.
He found that having a younger sister was actually not that bad.
When they exited the photography studio, the road was littered with puddles.
There had been heavy rainfall in the afternoon, but it was unexpected for so much water to accumulate.
Lu Zixi glanced at Bai Weiwei’s white shoes. She seemed to stop sheepishly and hesitate for a few seconds before getting ready to take a step forward.
He suddenly walked in front of her, bent his knees, and turned his back to her: “Get on. I’ll carry you.”
Bai Weiwei hesitated, somewhat helpless.
Lu Zixi said calmly and forcefully: “Get on.”
Bai Weiwei smiled shyly, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her body pressed against his back.
The road was very quiet. One had to walk a long way down the street before spotting the parking lot.
She lay on his back, her long and slender fingers carelessly rubbing against his neck. His muscles went taut, and he didn’t speak as he continued to walk.
Bai Weiwei carelessly moved closer. Her breath softly blew against his ear.
It was a sensitive spot. Lu Zixi’s footsteps stopped. An unbearable numbness emerged from where her breath carelessly brushed across his ear.
Lu Zixi’s ears began to grow red.
His jaws were clenched, and his lips were tightly pressed together.
Bai Weiwei seemed to grow careless again. She rested her head against his shoulder, and her lips pressed against the skin of his neck.
A faint red bloomed across his skin.
There was one kind of temperature that could be seen in a person. That was to say, the skin of the man, Lu Zixi, turned red upon growing excited.
Bai Weiwei silently revealed a mischievous smile.
She suddenly whispered: “Gege, I’m tired.”
Her voice was soft like cotton. Lingering and raspy, with a trace of exhaustion.
A pureness and innocence about the world, with an enticing sense of seduction.
Lu Zixi’s breathing began to grow heavy. His face was red, and his black pupils were terrifyingly bright.
His said, his voice somewhat unsteady: “Sleep, ba. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”
Bai Weiwei sleepily gave an “en,” then quietly shut her eyes. Her lips seemed to just barely touch his neck.
Her long hair fell across his shoulder, right next to his cheek.
All his senses were surrounded by her soft body and her sweet, soft scent.
She didn’t have a trace of resistance.
She seemed to wholeheartedly believe that he was a good older brother and wouldn’t do anything to her.
Lu Zixi didn’t know how he made his way down the long street.
He only felt as though his entire body was boiling.
By the time he placed her in the passenger’s seat, she was already fast asleep.
Lu Zixi fastened her seat belt and was just about to start driving when he suddenly gasped heavily. His eyes grew terrifyingly dark.
In the deep depths, a dark, unknown burning simmered.
Finally, seeming to resign himself to his fate, he raised his head.
He turned his head to look at her, her head leaning against the seat. Her face was fair and delicate and flushed with red, looking exceptionally delicious.
He stared at her pink lips.
She seemed to be aware of his gaze, and her lips trembled.
Immediately, he didn’t dare to move.
1: 自求多福: something like relying on yourself to gain happiness/blessings (rather than asking for help from others)↩