Jun Xiqing lifted her eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Mu, why are you here?"
It was Mu Yanfeng.
Mu Yanfeng went forward and helped Jun Xiqing up gently. "This is a small tribe near the Holy Lady Clan. Our Mu family is conducting oil exploration here and I happened to come here for an inspection. I didn't expect to see you fainting on the grassland, so I saved you."
Jun Xiqing was extremely grateful. "Young Master Mu, thank you."
"You're welcome. I've already asked the husband here to bandage your wound. Don't exercise too much and don't touch water. Rest well and your wound will heal slowly."
"Okay."
Jun Xiqing lifted the blanket and slowly got off the bed.
Her feet landed on the ground, and she put on her shoes. Just as she stood up, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and her whole body slid to the ground.
"Xiqing, be careful!"
Mu Yanfeng quickly reached out and hugged Jun Xiqing.
The girl's body was soft and supple, exuding a faint youthful fragrance. Mu Yanfeng froze.
Jun Xiqing lifted her eyes and realized that Mu Yanfeng's handsome face was inches away from hers.
In fact, as long as she moved a little closer, her red lips would touch his.
Their positions were intimate.
Recalling the scene in the movie theater, where his body had been aroused by her, Jun Xiqing's face flushed red.
She felt a little uncomfortable.
Placing her hands on his chest, she wanted to push him away. "Young Master Mu …"
Mu Yanfeng looked at her. Her face was sickly pale and her long lashes were quivering. She was even more beautiful than the wings of a butterfly. She looked so pitiful in the midst of her illness, just like a lotus flower that made one feel pity for her.
Mu Yanfeng hugged her slender waist gently. "Xiqing, I like you a lot. Let's get married, shall we?"
Let's … get married?
Jun Xiqing's pupils contracted. She was shocked. This Young Master Mu was proposing to her?
"I …" She didn't know what to say.
At this moment, she heard a low, magnetic voice. It was laced with sarcasm. "I saw you two having an affair the other time. This time, I didn't come and you're going to get married?"
Jun Xiqing lifted her eyes and saw a tall figure standing by the door. Lu Yeming had arrived.
He rushed over.
The man stood against the light of dawn. His jade-like facial features were carved with a bright yellow halo, dazzling enough to make one blush and palpitate.
He stood there, his deep almond-shaped eyes landing on her palm-sized face.
Their eyes met.
Mu Yanfeng still had his arm around Jun Xiqing's waist as he looked at Lu Yeming. "So it's President Lu. I like Xiqing and I'm proposing to her."
Lu Yeming's thin lips curved upwards, his long brows giving off a cold demonic aura. He was born with an air of superiority, as though he was the king of the entire place.
"Young Master Mu, have I ever told you that you can't touch my woman?"
Mu Yanfeng's eyes suddenly turned sharp.
At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew over. No one saw how Lu Yeming moved, but in the blink of an eye, he had already reached out with lightning speed, his long arms wrapped around Jun Xiqing's slender waist and tugged hard.
In the next second, Jun Xiqing's delicate body fell into Lu Yeming's broad arms.
Hiss.
Jun Xiqing groaned in pain. Her wound had torn open again.
"What's the matter?" Lu Yeming lowered his eyes to look at her.
"You've hit my wound!" Jun Xiqing glared at him.
"You deserve it! Who told you to go around seducing men and provoke these rotten peach blossoms? Do you think I'm dead? "
Lu Yeming reached out to press on the wound on her shoulder.
"…"
Jun Xiqing was so angry that she bit down on his hand.
She bit down hard, just like an angry kitten opening her mouth, revealing her cute little canines. She quickly left a circle of teeth marks on his hand.
She had even bitten him until he bled.
Lu Yeming's eyes darkened. He bent down and kissed her little face. "Be good, don't be angry anymore."
His deep voice was slightly hoarse, but it was indescribably seductive.
"…"
Jun Xiqing let go of his hand, balling her fists and punching him.
Lu Yeming stretched out his strong arms to pull her into his embrace. Just as he had imagined, he caressed her soft and fragrant body, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Qingqing, I'm late …"
Jun Xiqing's eyes reddened. She let her hands fall, letting him hug her weakly.
Mu Yanfeng, who was watching from the side, felt like an outsider. There was no way he could get involved in the world between the two of them.
Mu Yanfeng walked out.
…
At this moment, someone arrived. A familiar voice drifted over. "Your Highness, the scenery here is beautiful. Let's stay here for two days."
It was Dongfang Ruoli.
Dongfang Ruoli and the fake Lu Yeming had arrived.
Jun Xiqing reached out and pushed Lu Yeming away.
Lu Yeming looked at her deeply, before putting on his leather mask and baseball cap, turning back into Ah Jia.
"President Jun, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Dongfang Ruoli's eyes lit up when she saw Jun Xiqing. She looked at the 'rich and powerful' Ah Jia.
Her heart itched with hatred. That night, she had lowered herself to seduce this lowly Ah Jia, only to be interrupted by Jun Xiqing.
If Jun Xiqing hadn't interrupted, this Ah Jia would have definitely fallen for her.
Dongfang Ruoli looked at Ah Jia with a lustful expression.
At this moment, someone said, "Your Highness, Empress, there's a Water Splashing Festival in the clan today. Let's go and have some fun."
…
The clear river stretched as far as the eye could see. The unmarried boys and girls in the clan were splashing water in the river. The most handsome boys and the prettiest girls were splashed with the most water.
Ah Jia came to the riverside. He was dressed in black and was rather low-key, but he exuded a clean and aloof aura. The girls in the river stole glances at him and instantly blushed.
One of the bold girls splashed water on him, and soon after, more and more girls splashed water on him.
His black pants clung tightly to his body, revealing his muscular chest and perfect waistline.
The black leather belt around his waist prevented anyone from looking down. He looked like a man of abstinence.
Ah Jia's figure wasn't as exaggerated as a fitness trainer's, but he had a perfect S-shaped figure.
Jun Xiqing couldn't touch the water, so she could only sit on a large rock. Her fair feet tapped on the cool water, feeling extremely comfortable.
She glanced sideways at Ah Jia. He was surrounded by a group of girls. She could see the outline of his body. Tsk tsk, his strong shoulder blades, his deep waist, and his butt that was perkier than a woman's. He stood by the riverside, causing the girls to chatter and blush as their hearts raced.
Jun Xiqing whistled mischievously.
Hearing the whistle, Ah Jia glanced sideways at her, his deep gaze lingering on her snow-white feet. He could see the outline of them under his pants.
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