Fall in Love After the Flash Marriage

Chapter 57 Intensions

The wind in the ear stops. Luke Lu unplugs the hair dryer, puts it on the side and says carelessly, “You

should have got the variety and begin to record the first issue. You will enter next week."

Jenny thanks for a while, but she can’t figure out his intention.

According to her understanding, in fact, she can feel that the man wants her to stay with her

grandmother more often in Flower House, which is the same as that of grandma. He does not want her

to go out to work.

At this moment, she cannot help but feel deceitful when he suddenly mentions the matter of work so

actively.

"What are the terms?"

She asks hesitantly.

There is a slight lag on his look.

His eyes become deeper, "What you can do for me?"

Jenny is stunned and suddenly feels discouraged.

Although she really can’t help him, she feels humiliated being questioned like this so that she can’t help

muttering, "Is it right to dance or sing a song?”

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"Dance."

Luke Lu's eyes flashes with bright and dim light, which makes Jenny realize that she is tricked.

It is not difficult for her to dance, because she has learnt ballet from an early age and later the

company's new training teacher taught many popular dance movements like hip-hop, and even basic

movements of all major dances to deal with variety shows.

"Which one? Ballet doesn't work there. Folk dance, OK?"

"Whatever you want."

Luke Lu pulls a chair by the window and sits, facing the open space from the end of the bed to the

door.

Jenny takes off her shoes, stands on the rufous carpet, and tiptoes to begin. The bathrobe pulls down

from one of her shoulders, revealing the pink sling inside.

She does not care. She circles the wide sleeve of the robe to hide half of her face and bents her legs to

shape of S. Then she touches the ground with toes and begins to wave the sleeves, long hair on the

back slightly flying up, smiling face hidden behind the sleeves. It looks like Mongolian dance, mixed

with ballet.

Obviously it doesn’t belong to the most passionate dance, but it is itching at this moment.

When she was a child, her parents wanted her to become a ballet dancer. She didn’t want to learn

ballet very much. At the beginning, her toes really hurt, and her teacher was also very serious. Until

she grows up, she still believes that ballet is a very inhumane dance, which is a kind of destruction of

body.

Now she thanks her parents for their original decision. Because has studied ballet before, she has

many advantages on acting, such as the acquired standing form and the super understanding of

dance. All of these are own to studying ballet from an early age.

A gust of cool wind blows in through the unclosed window. The curtain and veil flow with the wind like a

dancing bird. The sudden wind makes her sneezed and falls on the carpet.

A tall figure pops up from the bedside and walks to her in three or two steps.

"What's the matter?"

Jenny waves her hand, “I haven't danced for a long time so that I can't stand steadily, and twist my

foot."

"Let me see," Lu says, pulling up her pajamas and gently touching her injured ankle.

Jenny cannot help but gasp.

"Twisted," Luke Lu exhales deeply and frowns, “There should be nothing wrong with it."

Still trying to be brave, she was so careless.

Luke Lu picks her up from the ground and puts her directly on the bed.

"Sit still. I'll get you the medicine."

With hands against the soft quilt, Jenny stares at the tall figure goes out like the wind, leaving his

breath linger on.

These days, apart from being always held by him at night, it seems to be no further development. He is

a man of his word. After he promised to wait until she’s ready, he doesn’t touch her.

But she knows that if their relationship does not work, she will never be able to start investigation.

Not only Luke Lu, she is also waiting for that day.

But she begins to be afraid if one day he knows that she doesn’t tell him the truth, how will he think of

her? Will he regard her as the woman using herself? Will he hate her?

Because she finds she seems to begin to like him.

She gets out of bed, limps up to the cupboard and stares at the picture on it.

The photo shows fifteen-year-old Luke Lu and his grandmother full of silver hair. At that time, the

grandmother is probably healthy and looks in a much better spirit than she is now.

"Don’t I ask you to sit still in bed?"

A cool voice comes from the door, with a reproachful tone.

"It's no big deal. I can move." Jenny explains.

"It's not up to you." Luke Lu doesn’t take her words seriously. He presses her directly on the sofa, puts

her left leg on his knee, and opens the medicine box.

The slender ankle is like the jade sculpture carved of mutton-fat jade, white and smooth. The ankle

flares up, but it is not serious. Luke Lu takes the plaster paste from the medicine box and carefully

affixes it on her ankle.

He bows his head slightly, hiding his look, and looks like a perfect sculpture from her side.

Jenny feels that his heartbeat misses a beat. Especially as his hands gently strokes the wound, she

feels like an electric current spread through every corner of the body from the ankle.

When Luke Lu looks up, he finds that he is being watched, and it seems that he has been watched for

a long time.

She looks affectionate and shy. At the moment he looks up, she seems stunned and tries to turn her

head away. He cups her chin to raise her head.

Their eyes travel and then meet.

No one has any words.

The curtains are still fluttering. The moonlight outside the window is fascinating, just like their eyes that

look at each other now, blazing with time.

Without hesitation, the man leans down to hold her face and kiss her upper lip. The woman's hands

naturally climbs up the man's back to meet his love.

Like a beast trying to abstinence himself, he nibbles her lips, making her feel a little hurt. She can’t help

groan.

That makes him more excited. And then he pushes his tongue into her mouth and sucks, which makes

her feel choked.

His breathing gradually becomes ragged, and the hands begin to travel down. The bathrobe slid down

to the waist, revealing the pink shoulder strap and seducing the hot man.