The Queen of Gossip

Luo Mingxuan resisted the suffocation, he slowly released the restraint on her, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry...Wan Qing."

Su Wanqing was free, but lost her strength.Her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Luo Mingxuan supported her in time, and when he grabbed her arm, he saw two circles of blue and purple fingerprints on her wrist.

It was caused when he used too much force to restrain her just now.

Her skin was so soft that with a little force, it would leave bruise marks.

Luo Mingxuan's sense of guilt deepened.

He held up her hands, holding them like treasures in the palms of his hands, putting them on his lips, blowing gently, hoping to ease some of her pain.

Su Wanqing didn't speak, her eyes were still dead. After she regained her ability to stand, her lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, withdrew her hands, and said coldly, "You don't have to be kind, pervert."

Her voice was as soft as ever, but it seemed to have been soaked with deadly venom, and just one sentence made him convulsed.

"Perverted? Scumbag?" Luo Mingxuan straightened Su Wanqing's body, lowered his head, forced her to look into his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Am I like this in your heart? "

Su Wanqing stared back fearlessly, cruelly tore the only hope left in those dark blue eyes, her frost-colored soft lips parted slightly, and she faintly spit out a word: "Yes."

Luo Mingxuan was deeply stabbed by the attitude of the goddess in his heart.He let go of her grip, closed his eyes slightly tired, turned his head, and let out a long sigh.

He was called an executioner and a think tank in the shopping mall, but once he faced Wan Qing, he felt that he was a complete loser.

"Wanqing, don't you have the slightest bit of heart for me?" Luo Mingxuan asked again, seemingly unwilling to give up.

Su Wanqing's fan-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft and waxy voice came from her slightly opened cherry lips: "Then... Does Uncle Luo have no love for my mother? "

Luo Mingxuan was silent, she could always easily poke at what he didn't want to face.

"Nine songs, I like her." This was his only answer, and he didn't say love.

"But—Wan Qing, you are different, I love you." Luo Mingxuan turned his head with difficulty and expressed his intentions with difficulty. He never knew that when facing love, he, who had always been the most powerful in the shopping mall, actually can be so humble.

Hearing the other party's confession so directly, Su Wanqing's body couldn't help but tremble. In the past 18 years, countless boys have admired her, and there are not a few boys who have expressed their love to her, but no one has ever been able to say the word love so seriously like Luo Mingxuan.

She was taken aback by the depth of his words.She knew that he was not lying.

but--

"I'm sorry, Uncle Luo. I only regard you as an elder, you are my mother's lover." Wan Qing lowered her head, not wanting the other person to see her expression, then bent down and bowed [-] degrees.

"You are twice as old as me." Su Wanqing's complexion was even soft, like a fairy tale with glazed black pupils staring at Luo Mingxuan for a moment, "Uncle Luo, have you ever thought about it? Over time, I gradually accepted your affectionate feelings, so what will be the consequences?"