WARNING! Tsundere President - Chapter 394

Huo Chen remained silent. His action was swift. Now, he was leaning on the seat again as if nothing happened.

“You knew what I was going to do?”

He could not have noticed her intention. How could he respond so quick?

“I told you that you could not escape.”

Did she think that he could not feel the slight movement of her hacking the handcuff?

“No…” Wen He was freaking out. She dropped her hand after ruffling her hair in despair. “I do not want to go to jail!”

The car gradually drove away.

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Once arriving home from Golden City, Lu Zhaoyang habitually went upstairs to take a look.

There was still no one in Lu Bai’s house.

Huo Yunting listlessly followed her up and down the stairs. “There are so many good people out there, can you care about all of them?”

“I do not know anyone else but him.” Lu Zhaoyang changed into slippers and went into the bedroom.

Huo Yunting hugged her from behind and carried her up in his arms.

He looked down at her delicate face. “The person you should care most about is me.”

Lu Zhaoyang said irritably, “Have you eaten? Yes. Have you recovered from your injury? Yes. I know you are all right. What more do I need to care about you?”

“Care about our life, you know it.” His brows arched and laid her on the bed. “Since you do not care about me, then I will have to start caring about you.”

“You…” Her eyes were wide open, and she instinctively shrank back as his handsome face drew near. “Your hand has just recovered. Please behave yourself.”

“How can you ask me to behave when I have not started yet?”

His moist and hot kisses landed on her neck. Lu Zhaoyang tilted her head and muttered, “Your arm…”

Hot breath from his nostrils blew beside her ear. Her body tingled as if it was a habitual response to his touch.

His baritone voice rang in her ear. “It seems that I have to make a name for myself.”

That night, Huo Yunting proved himself with action that he was not only physically fit, but his hand had fully recovered. He racked her with different, non-repeating styles and postures.

The next morning, Lu Zhaoyang woke up in his arms. She was too listless to move a finger.

The man beside her was still asleep. It was Saturday, which meant it was a good time to sleep.

She closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.

She dreamt of Huo Chen.

They were strolling on the campus during college time. The light pink sakura fell with the wind and landed on them.

The next moment, the scene changed; Huo Chen snapped a silver handcuffs on Lu Bai’s wrists.

Lu Bai’s pure and innocent face was covered with horror as he called out her name.

“Sister…”

Suddenly, a gunshot seemed to scrape past her ear.

“Bang!”

The dream jolted Lu Zhaoyang out of her sleep. She opened her eyes only to find the mesmerizing eyes of Huo Yunting before her.

“You have a bad dream? Or did you dream of me?”

“No.” She flipped open the quilt, still feeling a little groggy. “I will make breakfast.”

“What is your plan today?”

Huo Yunting probably guessed that it might be related to Lu Bai. He did not want to get jealous about it because he knew it would not help.

He leaned against the headboard. A few strands of his short hair naughtily stood on end. The messy appearance only accentuated his charm.

Lu Zhaoyang gave him a look. “I will stay at home.”

“Boring.”

“Then I should go to work. Happy?” She quickly got changed and went out.