Chapter 1224 - The Wedding (4)

Chapter 1224: The Wedding (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Jun Xiqing.

Lu Yeming repeated her name over and over in his mind. He closed his beautiful eyes as his aura turned chilly.

Bring Jun Xiqing over!

At this moment an underling ran over hurriedly and said in a flustered voice, “Master, there’s some trouble. Jun Xiqing is gone.”

Lu Yeming opened his eyes slowly. How dare she slip away!

“Prepare the car.”

“Yes, West Duke.”

Lu Yeming got up. He grabbed a black coat with his large hands and put it on before striding towards the door. He was going to catch her and bring her back himself!

“Yeming.” At this moment, a gentle voice floated over.

Lu Yeming’s footsteps halted and he turned around. Tang Mo’er was awake and was sitting on the bed.

“Yeming, has Qingqing left? Don’t try to catch her anymore. You’re already getting married, so stop trying to imprison her. Let her go.”

Lu Yeming’s handsome face was devoid of emotion. He spoke in a light voice, “Elder Sis, don’t concern yourself with this. Just rest well.”

He turned around.

Tang Mo’er quickly ripped the blankets off herself and ran over. She flung her arms out and stood in front of Lu Yeming, not letting him leave. “Yeming, Elder Sis is begging you. Don’t make things hard for Qingqing anymore. She has gone through a lot and is still just a young girl. Let her go. Do it out of respect to me.”

Lu Yeming’s deep eyes were blank. But on closer inspection, they were actually two dangerous whirlpools, ready to draw anyone in.

“Elder Sis, I’m going out for a little while. I’ll be back soon.”

He turned and left.

“Yeming!”

Tang Mo’er shouted out and ran over to hug his strong shoulders from the back, not letting him leave. She really didn’t want him to hurt Qingqing.

She refused to let him leave.

Lu Yeming froze as her warm body suddenly pounced on her from the back and she wrapped her arms around him.

Lu Yeming bent down and held her delicate feet that were sticking out of the blanket and tucked them under the warm covers.

Tang Mo’er quickly retracted her feet.

Looking at her terrified demeanor, Lu Yeming frowned. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have...

“I’ll go get a doctor to give you an antidote now.”

“Doctor?”

“Someone tampered with the dress you’re wearing, spraying the strongest aphrodisiac she could find on it...” Lu Yeming’s voice was rough but alluring.

The strongest aphrodisiac?

Tang Mo’er felt as though she was burning up and had no strength in her body at all but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. Her mind was still clear and she was clearly not under the effects of the aphrodisiac.

Qingqing?

Tang Mo’er suddenly thought of the sour plum sweet Qingqing gave her before she left. Had she tampered with the sweet?

Tang Mo’er’s mind had gone back and forth in such a short time and she was at a loss.

Qingqing had always been extremely intelligent. Had she already seen through this trick? Was today a heads up she had given her, a riddle she had given her?

Tang Mo’er bit down on her red lips with her small teeth. She couldn’t be sure, and couldn’t believe it...

What was she supposed to do?

Lu Yeming looked down at the teeth marks she had made on her lips. Her lips were soft and juicy... His throat tightened and suddenly wondered if he was the one affected by the aphrodisiac and not her.

He had always controlled the demons in his heart well but today his heart was in a mess and the demons were overflowing.

There was only one person in the world who could mess him up like that.

He turned and left.

“Yeming.”

Tang Mo’er’s voice rang out beside his ear as a small hand grabbed his large palms. Lu Yeming stopped and looked down first at her small hands, then her face.

Tang Mo’er was looking at him as well. Her eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

Lu Yeming’s eyebrows slowly knitted together. “Elder Sis, please let go.”

Tang Mo’er looked at him and tightened her grip. Her red face, suggestive movements and alluring voice ignited the unspeakable secret he had hidden all these years.

He swallowed and suddenly bent down.

As he suddenly leaned in, Tang Mo’er hit the head of the bed as she retreated. Her skirt dropped from the bed onto his trousers, as beautiful as a painting.