I Love You At The Right Time

Claudia is shocked and chilled by his sight.

“Wen!” she calls his name through clenched teeth, gets up and jumps on him with a low cry.

No firm arms, no warm hugs.

She falls down beside his feet, embarrassed and awkward.

He doesn’t even mean to give her a hand when he looks down on her from a height.

Claudia is so humiliated, that she simply doesn’t get up on the ground.

She hears a cold sniff overhead, then he turns and leaves.

“Wen! Wen!”

Wen stands with his back to her and his figure looks cold.

Claudia endures the pain and gets up. She jumps onto his back and bites him hard by the neck.

“Hiss! You’re getting yourself killed!” Wen takes a deep breath and growls, but his hands hold her firmly.

Claudia doesn’t let go of him until she tastes the blood.

Lying on his back, she mumbles, “It really fucking hurt just now!”

“What did you just say?!”

He doesn’t like hearing dirty words or vulgar words from her.

Claudia despises him a lot for this.

When he teases her, those obscene words are even dirtier than what she just said, which makes her so ashamed that she wants to sew his mouth.

” One? may? steal? a horse, while? another? may not? look over? the hedge.”

“Hmm?”

Struggling off his back, she shows him her knees.

Both her knee－length dress and the skin on her knees are broken.

Wen frowns, with lip angles straight, and scoops her up in silence.

Claudia lets out a little cry and moves insubordinately, “what are you doing?”

“Be still!” He tells her as he walks forward with her in his arms.

His car is still parked on the roadside. Seeing him coming, the driver gets off the car and opens the door for them.

Claudia smiles at the driver and then is shoved into the car.

“Wait a minute! Wen, wait a minute! Bag! My bag!” Claudia suddenly remembers something and points to the restaurant door. “That one!”

A white paper bag.

Wen asks the driver to get it, and lifts her leg on his own to check her injury with eyebrows frowning.

In fact, he noticed her when he came out of the restaurant with Qin Siyi.

She huddled in front of the restaurant.

He pretended not to see her deliberately, and she did not come up to call him.

After accompanying Qin Siyi for a walk for half an hour, he was absent－minded. Qin Siyi thought he was tired so she left. He turned back to find her immediately.

Fortunately, it is only a broken skin and there’s no bleeding.

The driver hands Claudia’s bag over. She thanks him and takes it to him with big blinking eyes. “It’s a gift.”

Wen stares at her and reaches into the bag slowly after a while.

A tie, a red tie.

He sneers.

Claudia takes off his old tie and throws it aside, replaces it with the one she bought.

Touching his chin and looking at him, she nods with satisfaction： “I thought you would be very coquettish in a red tie, and I was right.”

“Poof!” The driver in the front seat can’t help laughing out loud, and then whispers, “I’m sorry, sir.” he opens the door and runs away.

His finger holds her neck and rubs it gently. Wen’s eyes look scary, as if he will pinch her to death the next second.

Claudia, however, is not afraid at all. She looks at him with such a magnanimous look, with a smile on her face all along.

Wen’s hand slips down slowly, lands at her neckline, and then reaches in.

Feeling satiny and slippery , his attentions are distracted.

He bends over to get close to her ear, “Did Song Liancheng touch you?”

Claudia is stunned, then asks in reply with a smile, “Do you still want me, if he had touched me?”

She is suddenly pushed down on the seat by him as she finishes talking.

He keeps his eyes on her with a ruthless and tyrannical expression, and his fingers reach into the bottom of her dress and pinch the edge of her panty, slip her legs out of it bit by bit.

His slender fingers hook the small white cloth and wave it in front of her eyes. Claudia is ashamed and indignant. She waves her hands to grab it.

Every time he can avoid her hands. He sits and waits to watch her working hard in vain.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally tired, Claudia gives up and collapses. “Do it as soon as you want.”

“Do it?” His thin lips opens gently with a faint smile on his face： “What does Miss Claudia want to do?”

“You!”