Probably they were also destined to each other, but as soon as they arrived in the courtyard, they heard the voice of the second young master, who seemed to be reciting poetry.
Her heart seemed to be affected, and she slowly came closer, hiding at the rockery entrance, looking into the courtyard of the second young master, and happened to see the water-like moonlight spreading on the second young master, making him look like a fairy. Stand apart in the world.
She mustered up the courage and was about to get closer, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. Before she could scream out, she was pulled and staggered in the next moment. When she raised her head again, she hit the eldest son in the ink. Eyes as deep and waveless as a lake.
"Ah——" Wen Ying just breathed out softly and immediately shut up.
She was afraid of alarming others and putting herself in the spotlight, but she couldn't move because the eldest son's hand was now not only clamped on her wrist, but the other hand was already locked on her waist.
His sharp smell lingered around her, and it seemed to contain some alcohol: "Wen Ying?"
He chuckled softly, raised his head and glanced in Lu Congjing's direction, and then his joking eyes fell on her again: "It's not that I drank too much, but that you came here on purpose."
His voice was silent and playful, but he didn't really mean to tease her. After all, when the Third Young Master wanted to touch her before, his tone was much more obscene than his.
Wen Ying was so frightened that she didn't believe it. Her breathing was a little messy. Although her eyes were evasive, she felt that the eldest son should look down on her based on his temperament.
She gained some confidence and swallowed: "Young master, please calm down. This slave has gone the wrong way."
Lu Cong raised his eyebrows: "You think I don't know the way around the house because I'm not always in the house?"
He smiled and repeated these three words: "Wrong way?"
Wen Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly. Before she could think of what to say, she saw that the eldest son's eyes seemed to be a little deeper.
She was drunk, with the warm fragrance of soft jade in her arms, and her slender waist in her hands. She looked at him timidly with her watery eyes because of fear.
The feeling of that night was originally vague in Lu Cong's memory, but when he hugged her again, it suddenly became clear.
His eyes narrowed slightly. Since he had already indulged once, there was no harm in doing it again. Sooner or later, he would be his person.
Following his heart, Lu Congzhi lowered his head slightly. He wanted to taste what the red lips he had never tasted that night tasted like.
He slowly leaned down, and his meaning was obvious. Wen Ying's eyes suddenly widened, and she pushed his chest hard: "Young Master, you are drunk!"
She was extremely scared, but she didn't dare to shout for fear of alarming the second young master in the courtyard.
Sensing her desperate resistance, Lu Congzhi suddenly frowned and said with a puzzled and slightly angry tone: "You don't want to?"
He relaxed a little, and he was drunk again. Wen Ying took this opportunity to push him out, and even staggered a step.
Wen Ying was stunned for a moment. When she met the eldest son's eyes, she quickly thought in her mind that if she turned around and ran away, she would be caught again in the next moment. She immediately knelt down and banged her head on the ground. : "Master, spare your life!"
Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes, and then she became cruel, fearing that he would do something even more outrageous and reveal the secret behind her bold move.
"This slave girl is already the Second Young Master's."
Lu Congzhi clenched his hands a little tight, making a few noises. His suppressed angry voice came over her head: "When did it happen?"
She dared to hook up with two people at the same time, but he underestimated her.
Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Lu Congzhi's eyes. Anyone who played tricks on him should die.
"It was on the night of your double wedding banquet with the Second Young Master, in the Second Young Master's room." Wen Ying couldn't control her trembling voice, and she was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so she hurriedly added, "Although... although... It was only once that night, but I never lied, and I didn’t dare to play tricks on you, Master!”
I don't know if it was her imagination, but after she finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
After a while, the eldest son's original fierce anger seemed to have dissipated, and he let out a sneer, which seemed to be mixed with a little helplessness.
Lu Congzhuan looked at the small man kneeling in front of him, laughed angrily, and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."
