Chapter 119: Strongly Popular (46)
"I still have some fun to play."
"What role could be more important than your figure? Lu Hui, you are an idol, is it fair to say that you are out of shape?"
Lu Hui lowered his eyes and said nothing, holding a breath in his heart and his eyes were slightly red.
The nightmarish feeling came over me again.
Countless people opened their mouths to laugh at her figure and appearance. Her excessive inferiority complex caused a distortion in her heart, which made her feel like there were needles and thorns in the eyes of everyone she saw.
The dance teacher wanted to say something else, but Lu Hui suddenly turned around, opened the door and left the dance studio directly.
The teacher was helpless. This child was the most reassuring to her, so why was she suddenly out of shape?
But it’s not a big problem. Muscles have memory. As long as they are picked up and practiced again, there is still hope for plasticity within a week.
"That's it for today, let's go back and rest."
The three team members looked at each other, finally picked up their belongings and left one after another.
——
After living together for a week.
It’s raining again in City B. The summer showers come quickly. The loud thunder is accompanied by the pouring raindrops, which fall without any warning and can turn people into drowned rats in an instant.
On the wall of the villa in the evening, bright red roses swayed back and forth due to the raindrops.
In the living room with the windows open, the wind was howling.
Zhou Ye sat on the floor, listening to the movements in the living room, looking down at Fu Wenjun, who was huddled in the cabinet, and said.
"I'll close the window."
"Don't go."
One hand grabbed the hem of her clothes. Veins popped up on the back of the long, white hand. The fingertips were pinched with slight force until they turned white.
Zhou Ye looked at him, then sat back down again and decided to give up on the living room.
After a while, the hands holding the corners of the clothes slowly tightened and climbed up.
Zhou Ye didn't make any movement. He put his arm around his waist and pressed his chest against his back. Zhou Ye could feel the man's clear and strong heartbeat. Fu Wenjun leaned half of his body out of the cabinet, with his tall nose pressed against Zhou Ye's back. Listening to the rumbling thunder in his ears, he spoke in a muffled voice.
"Can you turn around and put your arms around me?"
After hearing this, Zhou Ye quickly turned around and came face to face with Fu Wenjun.
She never refuses any form of physical contact with him, so who suffers? Not her anyway.
The man was born good-looking and handsome, with a narrow waist, strong and lean body, and his expensive white shirt was ruffled because he was hiding in the cabinet. His short hair was messy, and under the broken hair on his forehead, there were narrow and beautiful eyes. Revealing a bit of vulnerability and fear.
"Hold you, I'm not afraid."
Maybe it was because he had seen Zhou Ye's abilities, or maybe it was because of Zhou Ye's unique magic power. As long as he stayed by her side, Fu Wenjun didn't feel much fear.
The thunder in the past would make his heart tangle together, and he would feel an almost suffocating feeling of fear and powerlessness.
The sound of thunder still frightened him now, but the fear was less intense.
He put his arm around Zhou Ye's waist and rested his slightly pale face on her shoulder.
Between breaths, he whispered hoarsely.
"Do you want to get married?"
Zhou Ye blinked.
One hand was still holding a jade bead, and he was complaining loudly.
"Forget about falling in love. Once you get married, you have to have children. How troublesome! Master, you can't be fooled by his beauty!"
Zhou Ye had no reaction, neither answering nor refusing.
Just as the shower outside was about to stop, Fu Wenjun straightened his back, let go of Zhou Ye, and looked at her closely.
"Why don't you speak?"
"I don't want to."
(End of chapter)