Bully

Back then, Lu Heng taught her how to write her name. She always couldn't write the last stroke of the word "" well. Lu Heng stood behind her, holding her hand and teaching her stroke by stroke. "Be gentle here." His voice was low, close to the ears, and his warm breath fell on the side of his neck. She raised her head and met his eyes. Those eyes were very deep, like a bottomless pool of autumn water, and they always looked at her with an emotion she couldn't understand. "A Heng." She asked softly, "Why are you so nice to me?" Lu Heng gently circled the crooked part of her last stroke. His tone was magnanimous and his brows were gentle: "A gentleman should be aware of kindness and uphold justice in order to stand in this world." "I promised my mother that I would protect you all your life." —— Years passed in the blink of an eye, and he returned from the capital city through the wind and snow with the emperor's will. "King Linjiang wants to marry you as his concubine." He stood in the court with his hands behind his hands, his crimson official uniform rustling in the wind, and a sarcastic sneer slowly appeared on his lips, "Congratulations, you got what you wanted." She smiled with beautiful eyes and leaned forward to salute: "Thank you, sir, for your support." —— At midnight, the guests dispersed. The shadow of the candle flickered, making the normally upright face appear dim and unclear. She subconsciously stepped back. "Why is it you?" Before he finished speaking, his chin was suddenly pinched by a hand, and the force tightened little by little irresistibly. "Lu Heng, you are shameless!" Snap—— A crisp sound of slaps suddenly sounded in the dead silent room. His face was slapped to one side, and five finger marks quickly appeared on his fair cheek, red and white intertwined. He tilted his head and closed his eyes. After a while, a low muffled laugh burst out of his chest. It was as if he was completely pleased by her slap. The fingertips rubbed her cheek little by little, the movements so gentle that they were almost weird. "Yue Niang." He leaned down, his forehead almost touching hers, and his hot breath fell on the side of her face. "Aren't you always looking forward to me marrying you?" Intention: The body is like a pampas grass that cannot be broken by the wind, and the heart is like a cold plum blossom and snow that opens by itself.