A faint pallor appeared on Qu Yue's delicate face. Her lips moved for a while, but she didn't know how to explain.
Subconsciously, she also thought that Wen Wuyou was too good - looking. A person like him was not suitable for going to war. But the result was that Wen Wuyou had remarkable military achievements. As long as he was around, they hardly ever suffered a defeat.
Qu Yue gently bit her lips, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Sorry..."
"Is Yue'er taking it seriously?" Wen Wuyou's hearty chuckle filled the room, instantly making Qu Yue stare in surprise.
There was disbelief in her bright eyes. "You... were you just joking?"
It couldn't be... His reaction was so real. How could it be an act!
But Wen Wuyou got up and approached her. "Guess."
The close distance instantly ignited Qu Yue's alertness.
His image was reflected in her black and clear pupils. His fox - like, charming eyes slanted upwards, and his long and delicate eyelashes were like a scattered spider web, firmly locking people in.
"Probably not..." Qu Yue had her own judgment.
She even had a feeling that the serious, cold and calm person just now was the real Wen Wuyou. It was the real him after removing the playboy disguise.
For a moment, Qu Yue had the idea of getting to know him. What on earth had happened to him because of his appearance that made him the way he was now?
Wen Wuyou didn't answer her. He walked in front of her from behind. "Let's write the promissory note."
The man's approaching chest, the arms enveloping her on the side, and the gentle breath spraying on her, every bit seemed to be jumping on Qu Yue's nerves.
She was like a person whipped hard and quickly straightened her body.
Qu Yue moved forward. Her waist and abdomen pressed against the edge of the table, causing a dull pain. So she couldn't help frowning slightly. "Just give me the pen..."
This soft and coquettish murmur made Wen Wuyou's heart flutter sweetly.
He stretched out his hand holding the pen. "I'm not quite used to Yue'er talking like this."
Qu Yue's ears were just red at first.
After he so openly pointed it out, her whole face immediately burned red.
Wen Wuyou leaned over half of his body and peeked at her. "Why are you shy?"
Qu Yue propped her hands on the table. Her blushing face wrinkled slightly in pain. The frown between her eyebrows was like a beautiful view on earth.
There was a bit of heat on her palm. "Speak properly!"
Wen Wuyou straightened up. His fingertips hooked the writing brush and gently poked her waist. "Wasn't I speaking properly?"
"What are you doing!"
Qu Yue was suddenly startled and quickly turned back to stare at Wen Wuyou.
Wen Wuyou smiled knowingly. "On the waist?"
"Oops, it was an accident."
But that obvious naughty smile proved that he must have done it on purpose!
Qu Yue was so angry that her eyes were red, but she was helpless because of the physical difference between them.
Unreasonable fear was like a spider web, lingering in her heart, grasping strong uneasiness. She quickly screamed in panic: "Let me go!"
"Yue'er is wronging me a bit." Wen Wuyou spread his hands innocently. "I haven't even touched you."
"..."
There was a mist of speechless tears in Qu Yue's eyes.
Indeed, Wen Wuyou didn't touch her anywhere, but he just made her feel extremely uncomfortable!
The distance between them had crossed the line!
There was still a bit of pain on her waist where the writing brush had poked, and it spread all the way down her leg.
She nervously glanced outside and quickly pleaded softly: "I beg you, let me go..."
"You've misunderstood me. If I don't do something, wouldn't I be sorry for this accusation?"
Wen Wuyou turned Qu Yue's body around. When they faced each other, the blush on her face was even more obvious.
She looked exactly like a girl who had been severely bullied.
His mouth was as dry as if he had been thirsty for days. He tilted his neck and licked his lips. His hand slowly lifted and landed on the position he had just gently poked with the writing brush.
"You!"
Qu Yue immediately frowned tightly, and a suppressed growl escaped from her lips.
Wen Wuyou's thumb gently rubbed through the ruffled skirt. "Yue'er's waist is thinner than those girls in the brothel."
Snap -
A loud slap echoed throughout the study.
There was a burning redness under Qu Yue's eyelids. The hand that had slapped Wen Wuyou still hung in the air. The numb pain spread up along her palm, making her chest heave violently.
Wen Wuyou was slapped and turned his head to the side. His handsome side face was shadowed. His tongue slowly pressed against his numb cheek. "So fierce."
Suddenly, he took action, pressing Qu Yue against the desk. He pinned her hands above her head with one hand and leaned over: "What about this?"
Everything was turned upside down. Qu Yue bent over and lay on the desktop. Wen Wuyou's face came into view, instantly making her heart skip a beat.
In those eyes that were always filled with a smile, there was now an ice wall that no one could break through.
This chill seeped into her heart and lungs.
Qu Yue struggled with her wrists. Finding that she couldn't break free, her delicate body began to tremble, and she was so scared that she gave in.
Especially when she felt the strong presence on her waist. He had been wielding swords and guns all year round, and there were many calluses on his joints. Rubbing against her skin through the ruffled skirt, it felt like being bitten by mosquitoes.
She looked into Wen Wuyou's eyes and stammered an apology.
"Don't be angry."
"I'll let you hit me back!"
She admitted that she had been too angry just now. But if Wen Wuyou hadn't done something out of line, she wouldn't have slapped him! Now he was still being fierce to her.
There was no smile in Wen Wuyou's eyes, only a cold chill. He sneered softly: "Hit you back?"
"You can't take it."
His simple four words instantly made Qu Yue even more frightened.
In her mind, she had already imagined the scene of herself being slapped into the wall by Wen Wuyou and couldn't even be dug out.
"I... I didn't mean it." Qu Yue raised her head. Her watery eyes looked at him clearly. "Both times..."
From the hand pinching her waist, she could clearly feel that the other person was very strong. It was in sharp contrast to that charming face.
"Your sincerity?"
Qu Yue drooped her eyebrows. "This is not enough."
"The promissory note! I can write it all in the promissory note!" Wen Wuyou was holding Qu Yue's wrist, but there was still a little gap, so it didn't hurt.
She struggled again and then continued to plead.
Wen Wuyou leaned closer to her, and the smell of rouge on him spread.
Perhaps because of the close distance, Qu Yue smelled a bit of a different smell this time. Under the cover of the rouge powder, there was still a faint fragrance.
It seemed to be his smell. A smell like the light osmanthus in autumn.
Before she could smell it carefully, his sudden withdrawal interrupted her.
"The promissory note has nothing to do with this."
"Since you are so sincere in your plea, how about accompanying me outside the city?"
Outside the city?
Qu Yue propped her elbows on the table, gently moving her limbs to relieve the pain. A bit of confusion appeared on her delicate face.
But after all, it was she who had offended the other person.
She nodded obediently. "I promise you."
Wen Wuyou gave the time. "At the beginning of next month."
She thought about it in her mind and confirmed that she had no arrangements during that time. "Okay."
"Then let's write the promissory note first."
Qu Yue looked at him expectantly with her eyes.
She didn't notice at all that because of the struggling movement on the desktop just now, the ruffled skirt on her upper body had spread open, revealing a glimpse of her charm.