Chapter 1185 - What’s Mine is Yours (1/2)

The sight of Ah Xiao was hard for anyone to look at. Her beautiful face was completely twisted and misshapen. Tears and blood flowed from her face as her nose dripped.

She had realized her mistake.

She was really afraid now.

He hadn’t revealed much of himself ever since he entered, but there was an air of malice and darkness all around him. He stood tall protecting the two women as he stared at her coldly. It was as though he was looking at an ant beside his feet.

Even now, Lu Yeming really was handsome. There was a sort of unspeakable wildness to him as well. Everything and everyone bowed down before him.

Lu Yeming didn’t take a second look at Ah Xiao. A few black-clad men dragged her away.

“Ah, my clothes!”

At this moment, Tang Mo’er left his embrace and ran forward. She bent down to pick up her clothes.

Ah Xiao had thrown her clothes on the floor just now and even stepped on it. She patted the clothes hard to get rid of the dust on it and her eyebrows knitted together in sadness.

His arms empty, Lu Yeming retracted his hands. His eyes chased after Tang Mo’er.

Walking over to her, he lowered his handsome face to look at the woman kneeling in front of him. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like water.

“Just leave it if it’s dirty. I can buy you another one.” His lips curved up slowly as he reassured her.

“No. This is the dress Lingxue designed for me. I love it-” Tang Mo’er suddenly hissed as the pin on the dress pricked her.

Lu Yeming’s pupils shrunk as he quickly bent down. His long fingers steadies her hand. “Let me see.”

Her finger was oozing blood.

“It’s fine.”

Before she could finish, Lu Yeming put her finger into his mouth. With her finger trapped in his mouth, Tang Mo’er’s eyelashes quivered.

In the next second, she pulled her hand back forcefully. Her movement was harsh and unexpected.

Lu Yeming’s eyes moved slightly and he raised them to look at her. His expression didn’t change at all and his lips curved upwards as he asked, “Elder Sis, what’s wrong?”

Tang Mo’er looked at him and said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, my hand doesn’t hurt anymore.”

She stood up. “Excuse me, how much is this dress? Can we have the bill please?”

“Yes, Miss Tang. Please follow us.”

Tang Mo’er followed the sales assistant to the cashier.

“Miss Tang, this dress will be $42,000 dollars.”

“Alright, use my card.” Tang Mo’er opened her handbag to take her card.

Before she could do so, a large hand reached over and passed the sales assistant a gold-gilded black card. “Use this.”

The sales assistant raised her head. Lu Yeming had walked over, his tall figure behind Tang Mo’er.