Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Leng Kuang is fond of and admiring all kinds of sabers, and also likes collecting all kinds of sabers the most.

When they were together, in country Z, he once took her to his collection room to see all the sabers in his collection.

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

It is his, favorite, favorite, and the most convenient saber.

Now, this saber fell to the ground, what does this represent?

Chu Qing didn't want anything to happen to Lengkuang, nor did he want anything to happen to him because of her, which would shake her firm determination.

Little angel, let's go! Michael shouted from the side, looking at her appearance, he felt that the person she knew might not be just acquainted, maybe this person came to look for her.

Okay! Chu Qing regained consciousness, holding the knife in her backhand.

She followed Michael striding forward, absent-minded.

Michael glanced back at her, then glanced at the knife in her hand, with a faint smile still on his face.

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

Chu Qing didn't notice that there was something wrong.

Walking forward, still immersed in his own thoughts.

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

Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backwards.

Michael put his arms around her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the tree behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head, his forehead was as low as that of Chu Qing.

There is only two centimeters between the lips, and the breath blends together, which is very ambiguous.

Chu Qing's eyes widened, and she pressed the saber on his shoulder: Michael, what are you doing? Let me go!

It was very hard, but fortunately it didn't come out of the sheath, otherwise it would have to stab Michael.

With a low laugh, Michael stretched out his hand to Chu Qing's head and rubbed it lightly, Whose saber is it? Your lover!

Without even thinking about it, Chu Qing vetoed it: No!

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

Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand.

But Michael's powerful big palm held her hand tightly, and he would not let go of it.

Milk, I think you may have misunderstood something. Chu Qing knew that foreigners are very open, and she wondered if it was her part that made him think too much, so she quickly explained to him.

Michael slightly bent his peach-blossom eyes, and there was a tenderness in it that he didn't realize: I didn't misunderstand anything, you just wanted to tell you, Jet'aime!!

He said the next few words in French.

Chu Qing knew French, so she could understand what it meant.

She stared wide-eyed and looked at Michael in surprise, Milk, I'm Chinese, I grew up in China, and our people are relatively traditional. I'm not used to you making such a joke. I feel so unreal and boring.”

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

They had known each other for less than twenty-four hours, and they actually said they liked him.

What do these Westerners like? sex?

Michael shook his head: No, no, no, no, I'm not joking, I'm serious!