Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Leng Kuang has a hobby, loves all kinds of sabers, and likes to collect all kinds of sabers.

When they were together, in Country Z, he used to take her to his collection room to see all his sabers.

After reading it, he showed the Kukri cutlass made in Nepal on his body and told her that this Kukri cutlass was carburized all over, with a black blade and handle, and a cutlass. The radian is very consistent with the principle of aerodynamics.

It's him, the favorite, the favorite, the most comfortable saber.

Now that the saber fell to the ground, what does it mean?

Chu Qing didn't want to be cold and crazy, and he didn't want anything to happen to him because of her, that would shake her firm determination.

"Little angel, let's go!" Michael shouted from the side, looking at her, he felt that the person she knew might not simply know him, maybe this person came to look for her.

"Good!" Chu Qing returned to her senses, holding the knife in her backhand.

She followed Michael forward, absent-mindedly.

Mike looked back at her, then glanced at the knife she was holding, still with a faint smile on her face.

But when he turned his head and looked forward, the smile on his face immediately concentrated, and then gradually disappeared.

Chu Qing did not notice that something was wrong.

Walking forward, still immersed in my thoughts.

Suddenly, Mike turned around, dragged Chu Qing's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backward.

Mike held her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the tree behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head, his forehead lowered to Chu Qing.

The lips are only two centimeters apart, and the breath blends, very ambiguous.

Chu Qing's eyes widened, and the general knife was placed on his shoulder: "Michael, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Very hard, but fortunately he didn't get out of the sheath, otherwise he had to stab Mike.

With a low laugh, Mike stretched out his hand on Chu Qing's head and gently rubbed it, "Whose saber's? Your lover!"

Without even thinking about it, Chu Qing rejected it: "No!"

Mike smiled and took Chu Qing's hand naturally, as if they were just like lovers who had been in love for a long time.

Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand.

But Mike's big, powerful palm held her hand tightly and said nothing.

"Melke, I think you might have misunderstood something." Chu Qing knew that foreigners were very open, and she didn't know if her part caused him to think too much, so she quickly explained to him.

Mike's peachy eyes were slightly bent, and there was a gentleness he hadn't noticed in it: "I didn't misunderstand anything, you just want to tell you, Jet‘aime!"

He said the next few words in French.

Chu Qing knew French, so naturally he understood what it meant.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Mike in amazement, "Melke, I am Chinese. I grew up in China. Our people are more traditional. You make this kind of joke, which makes me very uncomfortable. I feel too illusory and boring."

I knew that Westerners were more open, but I didn't expect to be so open.

They hadn't known each other for less than twenty-four hours before they said they liked him.

What do these Westerners like? Sex?

Mike shook his head: "No, no, no, no, I'm not kidding, I'm serious!"