Chapter 137: Chapter 134: Aunt Shang, I see you are quite capable
“What? Add WeChat? But we’ve already—”
She subconsciously began to speak, but the words afterwards got abruptly stuck in her throat.
“Hmm? Already what…?”
Wen Xian’s slender, soft body just froze in place, as if she dared not move at all.
She clenched the rag in her hand, held her breath, and when she spoke again, she lightly coughed:
“WeChat… I don’t really use that much, not quite used to it. And, and we already have each other’s phone numbers, right… That, that should be enough…”
By the end of her sentence, she let out a forced laugh.
But after her words fell, the air grew quietly still for a few seconds.
Perhaps out of guilt, she felt especially uneasy.
The next second, she suddenly felt a loosening above her; it was Lu Xiao who had untied her apron strings.
Her heart relaxed, ready to sidestep and slip away. Suddenly, the figure behind her leaned in a bit, both his arms extending from behind her, and his large hands were directly propping against the counter.
Just right, trapping her completely within his embrace.
Two long arms, quietly sealed off all her escape routes.
Wen Xian was completely dumbfounded.
This, this position…! The masculine scent completely enveloped her!
He, what is he doing—
He spoke again, his voice seemingly a bit more relaxed and casual: “Not too skilled at it, uncomfortable using it, is that it?”
Feeling an intense sense of danger, she nodded rapidly like a pecking chick.
But in the end, she couldn’t escape.
As his warm breath fell near her ear and nape, his calm voice also followed, unhurriedly: “Is that so, Auntie Shang? But I think you’re quite skilled at it, and seem pretty comfortable using it.”
Wen Xian felt as if a thunderbolt blasted through her mind, utterly blowing her head open.
She closed her eyes, her fists clenched tight, her ears flushing red.
When she spoke again, it was as if she was forcefully controlling some emotion, continuing to feign ignorance: “What, what Auntie Shang? I don’t understand what you’re talking about…”
After saying this, she heard a faint chuckle near her ear.
“It’s Auntie Shang from Shang Luxiao, don’t you remember?”
She gripped the rag tightly, her entire being almost collapsing in that instant, her eyes shut and then opened, and then closed again.
Lu Xiao, seeing her ears turn beet red, continued:
“Auntie Shang isn’t you? Then who is she? Should I help you look into it?”
At this, his tone paused slightly: “After all, she said she wanted to touch my abs.”
At these words, it was as if a groundhog was howling inside Wen Xian’s heart!
She couldn’t bear it any longer, pushing him away and trying to leave, head down, her face burning hot.
But just as she stepped out—
Suddenly her waist was scooped up from behind, and with a cry of shock, her back collided with his chest.
The next moment, he turned her chin towards him, leaned over, bowed his head—
It rained again in Shanghai.
Damp and drizzly, the vapor fogged the glass, spreading throughout the air outside.
But somehow, that misty glass suddenly reflected a shadow.
A tall man, briskly carrying a woman in his arms, passed through the hallway.
The direction they were heading, was the bedroom…