Good Morning, Mister Dragon!

Chapter 128: What Do You Take Me As?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ten minutes later, the young woman who was leaning against the window and looking at the door of the convenience store saw Long Sijue exiting the convenience store with a plastic bag full of sanitary pads.

The moment Long Sijue walked out, he too saw the little thing who was looking out of the car window. She inched backwards when she saw him walking out.

Su Qianxun was still looking outside when Long Sijue got into the car. She saw that many people were standing by the windows of the convenience store. All of them looked like they just saw their prince charming. Two girls who looked like students were stamping their feet out of excitement.

She then looked at Long Sijue, who just returned with a large plastic bag of sanitary pads. He looked totally calm and composed, as if he did not realize how much “excitement” had been stirred up because of his appearance.

When Long Sijue saw that the young woman was still looking outside, he immediately pulled her towards him and placed his large hand underneath her shirt, on her lower belly.

His hand was like a heater, and she soon felt a lot more comfortable again.

Su Qianxun took the plastic bag filled with sanitary pads and peered inside. She could not believe that Long Sijue got everything right.

There were sanitary pads for day and night use, and there were even ones for heavy flow and light flow.

Little did Su Qianxun knew that Long Sijue stood there for a long time to study them, and had carefully handpicked each of them.

“Thank you, young master.” Su Qianxun raised her head shyly and glanced at him.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Long Sijue wanted to smoke, but he decided against it when he remembered that she was not feeling well.

Su Qianxun’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Is this man a mind reader? I didn’t look that surprised, did I?’

“Can… Can I attend Professor Yao’s funeral?” Su Qianxun felt sad again the moment she mentioned Professor Yao.

Long Sijue felt agitated when he saw her expression. He ended up taking out a cigarette. Su Qianxun quickly grabbed the lighter and lit the cigarette for him.

Long Sijue only managed to suppress his agitation after taking a few drags of the cigarette. “Professor Yao’s funeral will not be held so soon as the case is still being investigated.”

Su Qianxun froze for a moment before she realized that he had agreed to her request. She raised her head agitatedly and looked at him with a slight smile. “All right. Thank you, young master.”

With the cigarette between his thin, sexy lips, Long Sijue gently caressed Su Qianxun’s cheek with his hand. The young woman bit her lower lip as she felt a little awkward. Long Sijue said, “I hope that you won’t shed tears for other men from now onwards. Do you understand?”

Su Qianxun’s breath froze. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and just as she was about to reply, he continued, “And I hope that you won’t be too close to other men as well, alright?”

“Young master, what do you take me as? A tool that can bear your child? A tool for you to have fun in bed? Or a toy?” Su Qianxun raised her head and looked at him.

When Long Sijue heard that, even though his handsome face that was hidden behind the smoke was still expressionless, his gaze became more profound as he looked at her.

Su Qianxun’s small face was tilted upwards as she waited for his answer. Her thin lips were pursed slightly, somehow giving her an aura of stubbornness.

Long Sijue initially did not want to answer her question, but as he gazed at her small face, he thought carefully about each of the options she mentioned just now.

“All of the above, but not quite completely.” Long Sijue answered her question very seriously.

“I got it.”

Su Qianxun’s long and thick eyelashes trembled a few times before she lowered her gaze. In her heart, she laughed self-deprecatingly at herself. ‘Why did I ask that question even though I already knew the answer? I was just asking to be insulted, wasn’t I?’

“You like that male doctor?” This time, it was Long Sijue who asked a question.

Su Qianxun raised her small face and looked dumbfoundedly at him. She asked in disbelief, “Are you talking about Doctor Mu? Of course not! He is my younger brother’s doctor, and I respect him a lot!”

Her answer was extremely straightward, and there was a puzzled expression on her face. She did not know how such a misunderstanding came about.