Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

After finally untying the rope, Chu Xiaoyun immediately led the person out.

"Brother Wenjin, let's go and see if we can find a place to hide."

The rescued "Meng Wenjin" avoided her outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry, Madam, I can't go with you."

A voice different from Meng Wenjin's appeared in Chu Xiaoyun's ears.

Chu Xiaoyun stood there with her legs stiff, and she looked back blankly.

"Meng Wenjin" pushed aside the hair blocking her face, revealing an extremely unfamiliar face.

"You are not Brother Wenjin!" In panic, Chu Xiaoyun's soft voice became sharp.

She was angry, but there were people who were even angrier than her.

In the silent room, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly rang out.

People with great martial arts skills always walk silently.

They exposed their footsteps with only one purpose - to announce their presence.

Chu Xiaoyun turned her head and saw Que Yu, who was dressed in black and looked very imposing, and Iris following behind him.

"you do this delibrately?"

It dawned on her.

Thinking carefully about my attempts and actions over the past few days, they were so crude and obvious that they were unbearable to look at.

She was too impatient. When she thought about the suffering of Brother Wen Jin, she didn't bother to think carefully, nor did she notice that her plans were too easy to implement.

"Where did you take Brother Wenjin?"

Chu Xiaoyun didn't want to play tricks with him at all. The superficial harmony between the two of them had been torn apart during the intense lovemaking that day.

"You are not allowed to hurt Brother Wenjin."

Que Yu's already gloomy expression became even more terrifying.

It should be me who should be questioning why she is here, but now I am being stabbed with sharp words by the person I hold dear to my heart.

"Why? Why can't you let him go?"

Que Yu asked this question in a low voice, but still got no reply from her.

He didn't want to expose his humility in front of his subordinates, so he half-knelt forward, hugged Chu Xiaoyun's legs and put her whole body on his shoulders.

Then he walked around the servants in the mansion and returned to the bedroom where they lived.

"I won't go with you, let me go, let me go."

"If you still want to keep me locked up in the room, you might as well lock me up with Brother Wenjin, so that I won't accidentally tell other people in the mansion about you."

"With so many people talking, there's no guarantee that someone might leak out Lord Que's existence and throw him into jail."

Being carried on the shoulders, Chu Xiaoyun never stopped talking.

With his legs clamped by powerful hands and unable to move, he simply used a mocking tone to provoke Que Yu.

She knew that the more anxious she was, the more trouble she would cause, so now she simply ignored everything and vented her anger.

If I could anger Que Yu, maybe I could get some information from him.

Along the way, Que Yu had been restraining his anger. When he returned to the room and threw Chu Xiaoyun on the bed, he spoke:

"You want to be locked up with Meng Wenjin? No way."

That was the only thing his ears could hear.

Chu Xiaoyun was speechless for a moment and almost rolled her eyes without caring about her image.

But considering what she was thinking, she took a deep breath, sat up straight, and looked at him with her bright eyes.

"Que Yu, I will definitely rescue Brother Wen Jin."

In an instant, a flash of blood flashed in Que Yu's eyes.

He wanted to use the same trick again and cover her lips with his mouth so that she couldn't say anything that would make him sad.

This time, Chu Xiaoyun reacted quickly and dodged immediately.

She took advantage of Que Yu's inattention and rolled over, trying to get out of bed and escape.

She was only halfway through the tumbling motion when Que Yu reached out to intercept her in the middle, and then put his arm around her waist and pressed her down on the bed.

Que Yu continued to kiss her, and this time Chu Xiaoyun's body was pinned down and she couldn't escape.

The moment the kiss came, she immediately raised her hands to cover her lips.

The feeling on his lips was a little strange. Que Yu opened his eyes and felt a chill in his heart when he saw her evasive action.

"why?"

Que Yu held Chu Xiaoyun's chin with his slender fingers, preventing her from dodging.

"Chu Xiaoyun, I am your husband."

"It was me who married you, it was me on your wedding night, it was me on your return home day, it was me for so many days and nights."

"Is Meng Wenjin the only one who can be close to you? We are twin brothers, with the same face. If he can, why can't I?"

"I was born before him. If I hadn't been abandoned, I should be the one you're engaged to."

He poured out his sorrow word by word, his voice almost hoarse.

Chu Xiaoyun recalled the many days and nights they had spent together, and was moved when she thought of Que Yu's concern and care for her when he disguised himself as Meng Wenjin.

But when he mentioned Meng Wenjin, she immediately refuted his words.

"No."

"If you grew up with Brother Wenjin, you wouldn't be the one I was engaged to."

These words were like a sword sharpened to an extremely sharp edge, cutting into his heart.

Que Yu's heart was bleeding and his face turned pale.

"Ayun, don't you have any sympathy for me?"

He let go of Chu Xiaoyun's chin and instead took her hand and placed it on his chest, his voice painful and confused.

"It hurts."

"Ayun, my chest hurts so much!"

"There's obviously no wound, why does it hurt so much?"

Same parents, same background, same face, but taking two completely different paths.

He was the one who was abandoned when he was a month old;

He was also the one who had not had a good life in the past twenty years;

When I grew up, the first person I fell in love with was the twin brother who had a smooth life.

Que Yu never felt that the world was unfair because he could find a smooth path on his own.

At this moment, he was deeply hurt by Chu Xiaoyun's words.

From a homeless child, Que Yu became the sharpest knife under the emperor, possessing power that others could hardly imagine.

Along the way, when has he ever begged for others' sympathy?

To gain someone's pity and sympathy is what Que Yu disdains the most.

But Chu Xiaoyun was begging for help.

"Ayun, please don't be so cruel, okay?"

Chu Xiaoyun was shocked by Que Yu's fragility at this moment. She couldn't help but gently massage his chest with her hands, trying to relieve the pain in his heart.

Que Yu noticed her softness of heart, lowered his head, and rubbed the back of her hand with his cheek.

"I look the same as Meng Wenjin. If you like him, I can still pretend to be him like before."

Que Yu almost sank into the dust, preferring to become another person to gain love.

Just like a wolfhound, it is ferocious and cruel in front of outsiders, and uses bloody fights to declare its identity as a wolf;

In front of the master, it voluntarily bows its head, wags its tail and begs for mercy, pretending to be a loyal dog that poses no threat.

Chu Xiaoyun restrained her eyes, took back her rubbing hand, and whispered:

"You are you, you don't have to pretend to be him."

"Besides, I like Brother Wenjin as a person, not his handsome face."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn again.