The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

C120 – Pie will Not Fall from the Sky

Loong Shen’s lips twitched at the haughty and repugnant commands of Zuo Bo. He retorted in a frigid tone, “Serve you? Quite the audacity,” he scoffed, shooting Zuo Bo a look of incredulity.

“Indeed,” Zuo Bo’s demeanor remained serious as he casually ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling smoke leisurely. With a sardonic chuckle, he continued, “What’s your move now? Yield to me? Or defy me? But remember, Loong Shen, don’t you prioritize Hee Jingyan’s assignment above all else? Failing his task would be a disgrace.”

There was a trace of bitterness in Zuo Bo’s words as he spoke.

Loong Shen caught the undertone and sneered, “Does this fool think I’m enamored with Hee Jingyan? Absurd, I am a man of integrity.”

“Take a moment to compose yourself. I’ve no time for idle banter,” Loong Shen cast a cursory glance at Zuo Bo. Regarding Zuo Bo’s plea, Loong Shen perceived it as a ploy for sympathy. To avoid confrontation, it was best not to provoke him.

Loong Shen comprehended the implication behind Loong Shen’s words. Despite sensing the threat, he gestured towards the door as if unfazed, “Take care. I’ll see you out.”

Although the words carried a chill, Zuo Bo’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

Yet, this reaction seemed predictable to him, knowing Loong Shen wouldn’t leave. If he desired answers regarding the dissection, he required Loong Shen’s cooperation.

Loong Shen, sensing the implied threat, wore a dangerous expression as he inquired, “What are you playing at?” This infuriating individual presumed his words held little value, worsening the situation. It appeared he was too easily manipulated. Zuo Bo believed Loong Shen saw him as an easy target!

A cold chuckle resonated within Loong Shen. He regarded Zuo Bo with a wicked smile.

Zuo Bo’s astonishment was brief, replaced by a raised eyebrow. His expression hinted at familiarity with Loong Shen’s motives, yet his narrowed eyes suggested apprehension.

Initially anticipating a sword drawn in aggression, Zuo Bo watched as Loong Shen rose, approached with a charming smile, and performed an unexpected action.

Zuo Bo’s smoke exhalation halted abruptly, his pupils trembling as Loong Shen unexpectedly settled onto his lap.

As Zuo Bo’s pupils flickered, Loong Shen softly chuckled, swaying seductively. “Surprised, aren’t you? Didn’t you request my service? Scared?” His demeanor exuded a captivating allure akin to an orchid’s breath.

His long locks brushed against Zuo Bo’s nose, carrying the scent of shampoo, evoking a sense of disquiet.

Zuo Bo’s sharp gaze scrutinized Loong Shen, pondering his motives or anticipating his next move. Despite no signs of joy, tension gripped his nerves.

Zuo Bo chuckled at the audacity of the man seated on his lap, continuing to exhale smoke towards Loong Shen.

Miracles don’t fall from the sky.