Translator:
EndlessFantasy Translation
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EndlessFantasy Translation
Well…
Lu gradually lifted her lips,
She’s your future wife.
Lu Zhaoyang!
I mean, I wasn’t wrong, what if you got enough of me and wanted a new wife one day?
Said Lu, with a stiff smile, as if pulling off a taunting joke. She thought comedy would be the best policy for that moment.
How about we announcing our actual relationship during whatever that celebration was? My sweetheart, you got to be chill-headed in things. What should be said and what not, guess I don’t really have to teach you that from A to Z, right?
He whispered as the grip tightened on Lu’s arms, causing her slight chubby face to squeeze like a puffer fish.
Huo was a spontaneous man who followed his desire, as almost immediately after he seized that pair of pursed lips with his mouth and began nibbling at her gate. He loosened his hands, yet the attack turned more vigorous. His expression wriggled into her cavity forcefully as if a gagging punishment for her misconduct of words.
Lu, given a sudden blow to her mind, was feeling dizzy due to the lack of oxygen. She lost track of her being, until she opened her eyes again, which shone in consumed fatigue after the strike with her sweaty cheeks.
Huo smiled mischievously. His eyes rippled in desire and his breath was hot as hellfire.
Such a devilish man!
She could not help but take a few deep breaths, as unwilling she bade her vacation at the beach bye bye, tapping on her phone to cancel the ticket.
Huo rested against her, as his eyes closed and his breath turned slow.
Hours later, under the wealthiest young man’s permission that granted her probably the coldest seat in first class, Lu found out that the wicked Snow White was waiting for them the whole time at the airport.
More like, waiting for her prince on a white horse. I mean look at her goofy smile upon seeing Huo. Bet she would smile sweetly, with her hand waving an invisible handkerchief, saying
Brother Ting…
Brother Ting…
Said Mo Shan, with a goofy smile and her hand waving passionately.
Told you so…
Lu almost got a stroke listening her dramatically spasm-causing voice. Of course, the sweet smile did not last. Mo Shan’s eyes darkened and the greeting turned cold as soon as Lu got out of the car. Lu nearly thought she heard some curse words from Mo Shan.
Oh, such delightful coincidence! The sister’s here too!
Such overused adjectives too.
Mo Shan chuckled as she gracefully turned back to Huo, planning to secure herself over her man who seemed to have dashed away from the scene nevertheless.
On different occasions, Mo Shan tried grabbing her prince, yet the man was ever-sprinting and hard to get hold of. The way through the customs was much more treacherous than Lu imagined.
It was finally peace when she found out that she was at an entirely other row of the seat in the cabin. Mo Shan was with Huo somewhere else. The relieved protagonist lifted the window and viewed the scenery sky high. She closed her eyes, as she hummed her favorite song, thinking of the freedom she longed and—
I want my coke, sister.
…
I was having a moment, sir? Ugh, you better be sure to have an oxygen tank in your plane because I am so going to strangle you and… UGH! Seriously, why call your sister for carbonated drinks when you have your fiance right next to you?
Brother Yunting, it’s okay. I’ll call the staff for you,
said Mo Shan kindly, as she looked for the button.
She is the staff. She’s my secretary and that’s what she is supposed to do. Plus, my sister knows me best,
Huo turned to her,
RIIIIIIIGGGGGHT?
Lu did not want to entertain his mock any further, as she got up from her seat to pour the man some coke.
The moment she sat down with the glass of coke,
I’m craving for some Japanese. Sushi, please, my dear sister?
Huo made a new request and right when she got up, grinding her teeth,
Made by your own hands, please. I’m more of a home food person.
Yes sir, of course. It’s your own private jet, certainly I can make them for you. It will be delicious I swear.
She went to stack the rice balls for the man, without forgetting to add a thick layer of wasabi,
It’s the Lu style sushi, enjoy,
she muttered as the plate was placed before him.
Huo ignored the plate however.
…
Lu lifted her palm, trying to resist her urge to slam his head. She succeeded eventually, as she spat her tongue and went back to her seat.
At least Huo behaved himself for the rest of the flight.
Nonetheless, Lu felt her heart racing when they were landing.
It was as if something would happen at that point.
