Chongfei Manual - Chapter 115.2

Chapter 115.2

Chapter: 115 . 2 out of 171

Wei Luo glanced at him with an expression of "There's still a lot that you don't know . "

Her round, almond-shaped eyes were naturally attractive . Even though it looked as if she was rebuking him, she was actually acting spoiled . When her eyes were tilted like that, it was as if her eyes had grown hooks that could take away a person's heart and soul .

Zhao Jie wrapped his hand around her waist, leaned over, and lightly kissed her . "Then, how about changing the pattern and making me a pair of shoes?"

Wei Luo opened and closed her small mouth . In heart, she thought that he really knew how to take advantage . It wasn't easy to make shoes . If it weren’t because she wanted to marry him, she wouldn't even be willing to make her own shoes .

Zhao Jie saw the unwillingness on her face, hugged her more closely, rubbed his chin against her cheek, and asked, "Okay?"

Wei Luo shook her head, "Don't want to . It takes to much work to make shoes . Besides, the shoes I make don’t look good either . ”

Zhao Jie laughed, "No matter how it looks, this prince will wear it every day . "

Wei Luo looked at him in disbelief . He was a prince . Normally, his food, clothes, and other daily items were all very exquisite . Would he still be willing to wear it if she made him a pair of straw sandals? If Empress Chen saw that sight, she would probably think he was crazy .

Wei Luo wouldn’t agree, so he vigorously rubbed against her cheek .

Zhao Jie didn't sleep last night because of the hidden stockpile of weaponry in Xu Zhou's southern mountain . Then, because of Wei Luo's wedding dress, he contacted people from Xiu Chun this morning . He hadn't closed eyes until now and stubble had appeared on his chin . When it was rubbed against her face, it felt itchy and painful .

Wei Luo's face was as delicate as a peeled egg . How could she stand her face being rubbed like this? Wei Luo couldn't win against his strength or successfully avoid his chin . It hurt enough that tears appeared in her eyes . She said, "Fine, I'll make them for you . . . Stop rubbing . It really hurts . "

Zhao Jie finally let her go and kissed her cheek once . "Darling is so obedient . In a few days, I'll have someone bring my shoe pattern to you . You just need to follow the pattern . "

Wei Luo had been forced into giving in by him, so she was slightly unwilling to accept this . She blew out her cheeks, stood on her tiptoes, and bit down hard on his chin .

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An hour had passed before they started to leave the private room .

Wei Luo's face could barely be considered normal . The redness on her face had mostly faded, but her uneasiness could still be seen . In contrast, Zhao Jie, who was standing behind her, had a smiling expression on his face as if he had satisfied his appetite for the young girl . Even though they hadn't gone to the last step, he had still used his hands and mouth to personally measure the size of her small peaches .

Her completely crystal-like skin was pure white and perfect . When he touched her skin, it was slippery and smooth . The only problem was that it was too fragile and made a person worry about breaking her if he wasn't careful enough .

At this time, with a blushing face, Wei Luo didn't even call him "big brother" when she pointed at his nose and said, "Don't follow me . "

Standing at the doorway, Zhao Jie smiled and obediently nodded .

Wei Luo didn't want other people to see that she had come out of the same room as Zhao Jie . She took a step out of the room first, looked around, and immediately jerked her foot back into the room .

At the other end, two people had come out of a private room and were walking towards the staircase . Wei Luo had seen them before they saw her .

It was a man and a woman . The man was wearing a moon white muslin robe with sweet flag plant pattern and golden embroidery . He looked to be about forty years old with a scholarly bearing . When he smiled, it felt like a cleansing spring breeze . The middle-aged woman was wearing a top that was embroidered with passion flowers in song style with a round collar, a satin skirt with lotus stem pattern, and a cloak with a red-crowned crane and cloud pattern and a satin collar . In all details, she looked elegant and graceful with a dignified aura . When these two people were standing together, they seemed like a husband and a wife . Even from far away, they gave off a sense of transcending worldliness .

Wei Luo stood in place behind the door . The shyness in her eyes had faded and only indifference was left behind .

Zhao Jie stroked her head . "Why did you come back?"

Wei Luo didn't say anything . A moment later, she walked out of the room again . The couple had already walked down the stairs and was heading towards the entrance .

The two of them looked intimate and natural as if they were an old couple that had lived together for many years .

Standing behind the railing, Wei Luo quietly looked at their departing figures with an expressionless face .

Zhao Jie noticed that something was wrong, followed her line of sight, and let out a quiet inquisitive sound .

Next to the entrance of the inn, Wei Kun started walking inside . It seemed that he had already known about this place . After he collided into the two people, he blankly looked at them . His gaze landed on the woman for a moment before he immediately stared at the man next to her . After he came to a realization, the pain in his eyes was so apparent that even Wei Luo could see it from the second floor .

Wei Kun had previously ordered people to investigate this palace and knew that she was living here . After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't control himself and came here to look .

Seeing her now, he wished that he hadn't come .

Wei Kun looked at the woman in front of him and couldn’t say a complete sentence, "You . . . You came back . ”

The woman slightly stiffened . A long time later, she finally nodded .

Wei Kun didn't know where to put his hands . He had a thousand words that he wanted to say to her, but when the words went to his mouth, he didn't know which words he should say . Wei Kun's gaze settled on the man next to her . After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up his courage and asked, "This person is…?"

"He's my husband, Fu Xing Yun . " The woman's voice wasn't loud, but there weren't many customers in the inn, so Wei Luo could clearly hear her words even from the second floor . The woman paused and continued, "We're married . "

Wei Kun's body trembled and his face suddenly became deathly pale . A long time later, he was barely able to change his complexion back to normal . He wanted to squeeze out a smile, but even after pulling at the corners of his mouth, he wasn't able to .

Wei Kun felt that someone was looking at them from upstairs, so he lifted his head up look and met Wei Luo's frosty gaze . Surprised, he said, "Ah Luo . . . "

Hearing these words, the woman also turned her head around in surprise to look upstairs .

Wei Luo secretly clenched her fist .

Wei Luo had seen her face in the painted scroll in Wei Kun's study . Wei Luo had met her twice . Once it was outside of Yu He and the other time was in Ci Temple's main hall . Wei Luo recognized her at first sight . This person was her mother, Jiang Miao Lan .