The handle of the whip was still going down her spine, and she was swinging her body to escape, the cold rod slapping against her back through her skirt.

Then, like a snake with bad intentions, he swam around, knocking and tempting......

Cold sweat unconsciously ran down her white cheeks, and fear made her body more sensitive than ever.

The handle of the whip rested on her waist socket, striking it neither lightly nor lightly, and the hand holding the whip grazed her arms, back, and buttocks, intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiu Yue's whole body was trembling, trying to hold her breath, resisting in vain, only afraid that as soon as she relaxed a little, the whip would be drawn.

The man, sensing her subtle resistance, withdrew the whip handle, and before she could catch her breath, she heard a shrill whip whistle in the air.

She didn't even have time to be afraid, and the moment the whip broke through the air and fell, her mind went blank.

The man was so quick that the whip fell one after the other, each on the corner of her skirt, and she closed her eyes tightly in the whistling of the whip, as if the blood had stopped flowing.

The final blow grazed her back with a thunderous momentum, and the rope that bound her hand broke, and she threw herself forward and fell to the ground unbalanced.

Everything was still.

The girl lay on the cold ground, and the excessive horror made her lose all her strength, and her calves were full of red marks left by the whip, which looked very terrifying.

The man's rough palm gently caressed the whip marks, and she trembled like a little beast in a trap, so stupid that she couldn't even dodge, but only curled up like an ostrich, and then fell into his arms with a little fumbling with him.

The faint scent of sandalwood in her breath was confusing, but the sheer fear made it impossible for her to judge. The man's fingers nimbly untied the silk that bound her eyes and mouth, and taunted faintly above her head: "Even if you have such guts, you dare to seduce a man during the banquet." 'There is a mistake in the song, Zhou Lang Gu', if it really falls into the hands of that Zhou Lang, I see if you can leave a good skin on your body tomorrow! ”

Her mellow voice was familiar, and she didn't dare to confirm it for a moment, trying to adjust to the sudden light, and vaguely recognizing his outline.

“...........”

She struggled to say something, but her throat seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't utter a syllable. It was as if a drowning man was grasping at a life-saving straw and tugging at his sleeves, and his knuckles were white.

"Poor thing, are you really scared like this?"

Lu Liangfeng raised his eyebrows and hugged the little man in his arms tighter.

It took Qiu Yue a long time to breathe, but she didn't say a word, and buried her head tightly in his arms,

"Okay, okay, but it's just to scare you." Lu Liangfeng repeated in a low voice, soothing and caressing her trembling back.

That rare little bit of tenderness finally made the frightened Qiu Yue cry.

"I didn't see you crying before, but now I'm crying. Speaking of which, Qingqing almost hurt me, and I haven't punished you yet! ”

Lu Liangfeng patiently comforted her, and he put all his anger in the eyebrows, hidden in the darkness and no one could see it.

No one knew that when he heard what was happening at the banquet, the anger in his heart almost burst out of the air.

Lu Liangfeng saw that Qiuyue's crying was getting smaller, so he thought it was relieved, raised her little face, and saw that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her white face was mottled with tears, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "How can you cry like this, like a milk doll......"

He said this to be a joke, but he never thought that she hadn't understood it, but his own heart was fluttering, and he couldn't help but think of her chuchu posture that day, and couldn't help but kiss her long eyelashes with teardrops.

Moving all the way down to suck away the tears on her face, and approaching the two seductive red lips, he ordered in a low voice: "In the future, you are not allowed to show these limelight again." ”