Chapter 1172 - Lying on His Bed (1/2)

Ah Xiao fell into Lu Yeming’s embrace. She could get drunk on his masculine scent permeating her nose.

“Young Master,” she called out in a soft voice. Her eyes were bright and watery.

Lu Yeming lowered his handsome face to look at the pretty face in his embrace. His lips curved upwards slowly.

Devilish, lustful.

…

Jun Xiqing was still in her room. She took out a piece of paper and drew out the outline of the entire West Palace.

Big Brother was currently being held in the underground jail and was going to be executed by shooting tomorrow. She needed Lu Yeming’s fingerprint to access the underground jail. She couldn’t go in without it.

She had to see Big Brother in the underground jail before he was executed tomorrow.

At the same time, she was afraid that it was going to be a trap.

How was she going to get his fingerprint?

His hands had to touch her body.

The clothes that Jun Xiqing had on would be able to retain his fingerprints. This had made it easy for her to obtain Lei Ze’s fingerprint in the past. But the person she was up against now was Lu Yeming. Her breath tightened just thinking of his deep and unpredictable eyes.

For some reason, he had been unusually quiet ever since leaving Country Z.

Unsettlingly quiet.

Jun Xiqing took a deep breath and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, Jun Xiqing called out to a maid who was walking by. “Miss, are you entering the Young Master’s room?”

“Yes, Young Master drank a little at the party tonight. I’m bringing this hangover soup over to him.”

“Elder Sister, you should get on with what you need to do. I’ll bring the soup to him.” Jun Xiqing took the bowl of soup from her.

“Alright.”

…

Jun Xiqing walked over to the master bedroom and raised her small fists to knock on the door. After a few seconds, a calm and unhurried voice called out alluringly from within. “Come in.”

Jun Xiqing pushed open the door and walked in.

Lu Yeming stood tall and handsome in the room, his fingers tugging on the knot in his tie. Hearing the sound, he turned to look.

His deep eyes were clear and showed no sign of him being drunk. They were cold and beautiful.

When he saw who it was, he stopped tugging on his tie which collapsed and fell loosely around his neck. He was extremely beautiful and had no bad angles at all. In the slightly darkened room, just the sight of him would be enough to make someone’s heart race.

What would be considered an elite man?

Of course, someone with power, influence and immeasurable wealth. He was even born with a breathtakingly beautiful face. Lu Yeming was the definition of an elite species of man.

Jun Xiqing walked in and handed over the hangover soup. “West Duke, your hangover soup.”

With one hand in his pocket, Lu Yeming looked at her small, ordinary face. “Take a sip first.”

“What?” Jun Xiqing didn’t understand him.

Lu Yeming looked at her innocent eyes and raised his eyebrows slowly. “How do I know if you haven’t drugged my hangover soup? Take a sip first.”

“…”

Jun Xiqing had indeed thought about adding a sedative to his hangover soup before she entered his room. She suddenly felt as though he had seen through her completely

Jun Xiqing lowered her head to take a sip of the soup. “Look, there’s nothing wrong with it. How would I dare poison the West Duke?”

“How would I know? There are many people who want to get into my bed. How would I know if you haven’t drugged my soup just to rape me?”

“…”

How was he this confident?

But he did have reason to be.

“West Duke… are you really that keen… on being a Xiao Shou?” Jun Xiqing said as she batted her eyelashes.

Lu Yeming pressed his thin lips together. “What do you mean?”

“If I drugged and raped you, wouldn’t I be giving and you be receiving?”

“…”

Lu Yeming’s deep eyes turned cold. He reached out with his strong arm to hold her slim waist.

This time, Jun Xiqing didn’t avoid his touch. She waited for him to put his arms on her, on the fingerprint-sensitive clothing she had on underneath. Then her mission would be complete.

Even if the famous West Duke Lu Yeming was gay, he would definitely be the one giving. She found it hard to imagine him being a Xiao Shou.

Lu Yeming was about to put his fingers on her when he suddenly stopped.

Jun Xiqing’s heart pounded. What was wrong?

At this moment, he gave a faint smile, then he reached up and touched her face.

He was touching her face.

Jun Xiqing froze. Had he realized something? Half of her face was in his hand and he rubbed her skin with his rough fingers. An unfamiliar current surged from his touch, making her feel as though the skin he was touching was burning.

“West Duke, don’t be like this.” Jun Xiqing pushed him away.

But he didn’t budge. His fingers slid downwards to pinch her chin, forcing her to look at him.

His deep and narrow eyes remained calm as his look turned devious. “You already know how I feel about you, yet you still insist on delivering yourself to me. You’re doing this on purpose but still refuse to take off your clothes. Wan Wan, you’re too hypocritical.”

Wan Wan.