Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Ours
Wen Shu was so anxious that her palms were sweating, while Lucius deliberately tightened his waist and abdomen so that everyone could see clearly.
Under the glaring glazed lamp, he slowly approached, his muscular body covered with a layer of light, "Mistress, I made you angry, I know you resent me..."
He glanced at the black pattern on his chest and abdomen, raised his slender fingers, and gently touched it, looking down at Wen Shu, "But you must have feelings for me too, otherwise, why would you give me this."
Though he spoke with genuine emotion, Wen Shu felt it was a threat, freeing herself from Mious’s arm and suppressing her anger, "Lucius, come with me."
She turned to head towards the backyard, but her wrist was tightly held. Mious’s eyes were deep, staring at her unblinkingly, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
Wen Shu met his gaze, catching a trace of loneliness, her heart trembled, "Mious..."
She turned to look at Wu Xuan, saw his handsome face filled with shock, and his eyes full of resentment and confusion staring at her, making her feelings even more complex.
"You come along too."
The backyard was filled with beautiful flowers, with snow-like moonlight spilling over the ground, mingling with the flower branches covered in water droplets.
A gentle breeze swept by, shaking the branches and leaves, scattering countless silver lights, sprinkling over Wen Shu’s cold white fingertips.
Her eyebrows were lowered, her graceful jaw tightened, and she coldly questioned, "Lucius, what exactly do you want to do?"
Opposite her stood a handsome male with snow-white long hair, his strong upper body bare, and his refined and mature face filled with genuine sorrow, "Mistress..."
His voice was hoarse and dull, carrying a trace of vulnerability.
Yet Wen Shu furrowed her brow, unwilling to watch his performance, "Enough!"
Her gaze swept around, glancing at Mious and Wu Xuan who followed closely, then withdrew her gaze coldly, "Stop the act, there’s no one else here. Everyone knows what kind of beastman you are. Speak, what do you want to do now?"
Wen Shu coldly stared at Lucius, only to see his long snow-white lashes tremble lightly, his blood-red eyes flickering seriously, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with moistness.
"It’s my fault, for treating you that way, I deserve your hatred..."
Lucius painfully clutched his chest, as if about to suffocate, his voice trembling, "I am sincere, Ashu, please give me a chance to make amends, won’t you?"
The corners of his eyes flushed red, making him look pitifully heartbreaking when he cried, but Wen Shu grew wary, seeing him wanting to approach her, she stepped back a few steps.
Sincere?
Wen Shu scrutinized his face, she had not forgotten how this male insulted her the last time they met.
If it were not for these leading men having protagonist halos, she would have fought to the death with him the moment she first saw him, rather than wasting energy entangling with him.
In a moment of thought, Lucius gazed at her, bent his knees, and knelt straight before her!
Wen Shu was startled, yet saw his eyes were bloodshot, he raised those well-articulated hands, placing them by her feet, looked up with a face full of tears, "You can take revenge, as long as you don’t hate me anymore..."
A cool patch rubbed against her leg, Wen Shu tightly furrowed her brows, a hint of puzzlement flickering in her eyes.
What was he trying to do?
However, in that moment of hesitation, her ankle was firmly clasped by a hand, she looked down at Lucius, unable to make sense of his play.
But it didn’t matter, in the future, she could completely avoid him when they met.
Now, she had other matters to attend to.
Wen Shu squatted down neatly, pinched his wet cheeks forcefully, speaking in a calm tone, "Lucius, look at me."
The soft touch of her fingers landed on the side of his face, Lucius was momentarily stunned, the pain on his face froze.
Through blurred vision, he looked into the familiar and beautiful eyes of the female, involuntarily holding his breath.
Would she forgive him so soon? What a stubborn yet soft-hearted female...
Lucius’s lips curved slightly, warmth surged in his heart.
Yet he hadn’t been happy for long, before he saw in his sight, those clear eyes rising with a familiar glow.
In the blink of an eye, before he could even react, his spiritual sea was missing a profound tie.
They broke the contract!
"Mistress..."
Lucius suddenly grabbed her wrist, but the female’s counterattack was equally swift.
A cold light flashed before his eyes, his pupils contracted, hastily dodging to avoid having his fingers severed.
Lucius stood up with lingering fear, the inexplicable confidence he had when first seeing her shattered instantly.
She was willing to jump off a cliff for her beast husband, proving her kindness. Was his apology not sincere enough?
Why was she so heartless to him alone!
Lucius clenched his teeth, the last bit of patience, after hitting a wall repeatedly, instantly turned to anger, "Wen Shu! You detest me that much!"
Hearing his voice twisted by anger, his face stiffened, clenching his palm, trying to suppress the intense emotions.
But the female opposite him gave him no chance!
Fearing he’d act again, Wen Shu hid behind the males.
The look in her eyes, undisguisedly cold and filled with dislike, "Lucius, I’ll say it one last time, seeing you makes me disgusted, you’d better stay away from me."
Pricked by her icy gaze, fury surged within Lucius’s heart, yet mixed with a strange dullness.
He had never felt this emotion before, but he couldn’t be bothered to dig deeper.
He fiercely watched the backs of the female and the beast husbands as they left.
During the moonlight, her beautiful face blossomed with a gentle smile, tearing off all the masks on his face.
"Wen Shu..."
He squeezed out the words from between his teeth, a mind-numbing madness roiling in his eyes.
Capture her...
Capture her, and then she can only look at him, can only smile at him!
Unaware of how much time passed, a blanket of dark clouds covered the moon, Lucius’s eyes gleamed with red, lifting his face to look up at the balcony on the second floor.
The female’s graceful figure appeared behind the swaying white gauze, and shortly, a tall figure intimately embraced her...
Lucius clenched his fists tightly, a few streams of blood trickling down his palms.
At this moment, a steady footsteps sounded from behind.
"It doesn’t seem to be going smoothly," Lu Di’s magnetic voice slowly rang out in the dark night, "Do you need my help?"
"Uncle, you know I don’t want much..."
Before he could finish, Lucius coldly looked at him, after a brief hesitation, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Go ahead, but make sure it stops at the right point."
Hearing his words clearly, Lu Di pressed his knuckles to the corner of his lips, chuckling lowly, "Rest assured, she... will be ours."
Inside the bedroom, having explained to the males the reason, Wen Shu, who was laying in bed pretending to sleep, suddenly shivered.
She rubbed her arms, reaching for the quilt, just as she extended her hand, it was tightly held by a large cold palm.
"I’ve finished washing."
A low and pleasant male voice came from above.
Wen Shu’s fingers curled, lifting her eyelids, her head went "boom" at once.
In the dim light, Mious wore a familiar nightgown, the open neckline offering an unobstructed view of his solid chest and abdomen.
He leaned slightly, a droplet of water trekked from his hair to his sharp jaw, fell onto his full chest muscles, then slid ambiguously over his well-defined abdominal muscles, disappearing into the firm waist and abdomen...
Wen Shu was momentarily stunned, wanting to withdraw her hand, but the sight of that scorching body rushed towards her.
The back of her head was brushed by a large palm, she only had time to see the infinitely magnified cold white skin, before her cheek was buried in that firm chest.
"You’ve been exhausted from migrating these past two days, rest early."
The skin beside her face quivered with the male’s words, Wen Shu’s cheeks were burning, she lay back down on the bed following his strength, wanting to escape but fearing he’d be lonely, be sad.
She could only grit her teeth and hypnotize herself.
However, just as she was about to fall asleep, a scorching body pressed against her back.
The hair by her face was brushed aside, and accompanied by a restrained breath, the male’s warm kiss quietly landed.
"Ashu, have a nice dream."