CHAPTER 634: CHAPTER 632: XIAO QING, ARE YOU THROWING A TANTRUM?

Xiao Qing couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "What should I do from now on?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiao Qing realized she had said something wrong.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, followed by Qin Huaixin’s exaggerated burst of laughter, "Xiao Qing, you’ve finally openly made a dirty joke, not bad, not bad, a teachable moment indeed."

Xiao Qing: "...I have something to take care of first."

Without waiting for Qin Huaixin to respond, she hung up the phone.

As she stared at her phone in a daze, Xiao Qing faintly heard someone knocking on the door; she pricked up her ears and after a moment, confirmed that someone was indeed knocking.

At this time, Da Bao and Xiao Bao were napping, and the elderly wouldn’t visit the guest room at this hour, so it must be Lu Jinyang.

Just as she was hesitating whether to open the door or not, there was a loud noise—the door was slammed open, and a tall figure stood at the doorway.

Xiao Qing saw that the man’s face was stern, his eyes deep, seemingly brewing a violent storm.

In her stunned moment, he strode over, said nothing, and carried her over his shoulder.

By the time Xiao Qing turned around, she only saw the floor moving. After a while, dizzy and disoriented, she was thrown onto the soft big bed, seeing stars.

She rubbed her dizzy head, squinting at the man in front of her; with just one glance, she shuddered.

She had never seen Lu Jinyang like this before; at this moment, his expressionless face, yet his tall stature was like an emperor existing in the flesh, simply standing there made her unconsciously weak at the knees.

Xiao Qing inconspicuously hid her body under the covers, only revealing her eyes to watch him.

The man slowly bent down, his exquisitely sculpted handsome face suddenly came close, enlarging. Xiao Qing retreated as he approached, until she could retreat no more and stopped, staring directly at the man before her.

"Lu Jinyang, what are you carrying me over here for?"

The man didn’t speak; his long fingers lightly tousled her messy bangs.

Xiao Qing asked again, "Lu Jinyang, why did you carry me over?" She looked at the big bed beneath her, pursed her lips, "Didn’t you say that I would dirty the bed like this?"

Having just spoken, the man’s long powerful fingers suddenly gripped her chin, examined her for a moment, then said sternly, "Xiao Qing, you are throwing a tantrum."

The man’s voice was calm, emotionless, not so much asking her as stating a fact.

Xiao Qing felt a pang in her heart, her lips curling into a cold sneer, mockingly said, "How dare I? How could I dare to throw a tantrum at Young Master Lu."

She lowered her gaze, hiding the sourness in her eyes.

However, her chin suddenly hurt, he had intensified his grip, forcibly lifting her head.

"Look at me." he said, "Xiao Qing, I don’t like it when you’re upset with me, or is it that I did something to upset you?"

This made Xiao Qing explode.

She angrily slapped his hand, glaring at him with wide eyes, "Lu Jinyang, do you really need me to remind you of what you did?"

Lu Jinyang was surprised when suddenly slapped. He remembered that other than some clashes in the army, no one had ever laid hands on him, yet now, his woman had struck him?

Lu Jinyang looked at the woman before him as if he didn’t recognize her, staring at her for a long time.

Xiao Qing was still angry, but after gathering her courage to hit him, she felt uneasy under his gaze, yet remembering his actions the past few days, she suddenly felt more emboldened.

She kept her chin up, continuously glaring at him, "What are you looking at? Dare to do but not to admit?"