The War God Uncle's Delicate Wife

Jiang Bu gently held Murong Xue's wrist, and the two of them walked into Liwei Building in silence. They walked in silence until they came to the door of a room on the second floor.

"Yuanbao, close the door and guard outside. Don't let anyone disturb us." Jiang Bu turned and ordered the servant who was following closely behind him.

After that, Jiang Bu led Murong Xue to the table and helped her sit down. The fragrant tea had been prepared in the room. Jiang Bu picked up the teapot gracefully, carefully filled a cup of hot tea for Murong Xue, and then handed it to her with both hands. Murong Xue did not change her expression, took the teacup calmly, opened her red lips and took a sip.

"Why?" Jiang Bu finally broke the silence and asked.

"Why?" Murong Xue did not look up, but just stared at the tea in the cup and asked back.

"You know exactly what I'm asking." Jiang Bu took a deep breath and asked again.

"There's no reason, it's just inappropriate." Murong Xue tightly grasped the handle of the teacup, her fingers looked a little white from the force, but she still refused to look at Jiang Bu.

"What's inappropriate? Just tell me and I will change it, okay?" Jiang Bu's gaze remained on Murong Xue, and his tone was filled with a hint of humility that was almost pleading.

Hearing this, Murong Xue slowly put down the teacup in her hand, and finally raised her head to look directly into Jiang Bu's eyes. However, at this moment, her eyes were full of strangeness and alienation, as if the person in front of her had nothing to do with her: "You don't have to humiliate yourself like this. There are countless noble ladies in the capital. With your noble status and lofty position as the third young master of the Jiang family, why do you have to pester me? Are you afraid that you won't meet a suitable woman?"

"But they are not you!" Jiang Bu stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes fixed on her delicate and cold face. At this moment, he truly felt that the woman standing in front of him was the female general who was once feared and ruthless on the battlefield.

However, the woman was not moved by Jiang Bu's passionate eyes at all, but responded coldly: "But I don't like you!" These icy words were like a sharp sword piercing Jiang Bu's heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

"Hua La--" With a crisp sound, Jiang Bu angrily swept the tea on the table, and the teacups and teapots fell to the ground, splashing water and tea leaves all over the floor. Yuan Bao, who was waiting outside the door, heard the sound coming from inside the house, and couldn't help but tighten his back. He thought to himself: Is the young master angry? What should I do? What should I do?

Suddenly, Yuanbao had an idea. Yes, he could go find the young lady! The young lady is always gentle and kind, and has a close relationship with the young master. Maybe she can help persuade the young master. So, Yuanbao hurriedly called the waiter beside him and anxiously ordered: "Go to the mansion and ask the young lady to come over. Tell her that the young master has an urgent matter and needs her help. Quickly!" After that, he stuffed some small change into the waiter as a reward. After the waiter took the silver, he did not dare to neglect it and immediately ran to Jiang's house.

Inside the room, Jiang Bu suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Murong Xue up. However, before Murong Xue could stand firmly, Jiang Bu immediately made another move and pressed her down heavily on the large table. In an instant, the two of them formed an extremely ambiguous posture - the man on top and the woman on the bottom.

Jiang Bu's eyes flickered involuntarily, and the scene that happened in this room last time flashed through his mind. At that time, the roles were completely reversed, and it was Ah Xue who pressed him on the table. Now, the positions have been reversed, but Murong Xue still maintains her calm and unperturbed appearance, as if everything that happened before her could not shake her in the slightest.

But in fact, only Murong Xue herself knew that her heart was far from as calm as she looked on the surface. With her fighting power, it was almost impossible for Jiang Bu to overwhelm her so easily. But today, for some reason, she indulged and acquiesced to Jiang Bu's behavior, which led to the current situation. Thinking of this, Murong Xue couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Jiang Bu, stop messing around! Let me go, let me get up!" Murong Xue's face was filled with shame and indignation. She twisted her body vigorously, trying to break free from Jiang Bu's iron-like restraints. However, no matter how she struggled, her slender hands were pressed tightly against the cold and hard table by Jiang Bu, unable to move at all.

Jiang Bu seemed to have not heard Murong Xue's call, and a strange light flashed in his deep eyes. He stretched out his other slender hand and gently lifted the slightly messy hair on Murong Xue's forehead. The delicate touch was like a breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples. Then, his fingertips slowly fell, like a feather light touch, gently touching Murong Xue's curved eyebrows. From the tip of the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes, every place left his touch.

As his fingers moved, Jiang Bu finally stopped at Murong Xue's delicate chin. With a little force, he easily pinched Murong Xue's small chin, forcing her to look up and look at him. At this moment, their faces were close to each other, and their breathing intertwined, forming an ambiguous and hot atmosphere.

Jiang Bu's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and he made a low swallowing sound. His eyes became more and more scorching, as if he wanted to melt the person in front of him in this scorching gaze. Finally, he slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer...