Chapter 556 Your Lipstick Was Smudged
Lucia turned to him. She was a little anxious and her face was getting red, "Nothing to see!"
August's dark eyes locked on her face, "You are blushing. You don't think I'm gonna do something?"
Lucia denying hastily, "What?"
"Then let me take a look. Don't worry, I'm not interested in doing anything to you." The man's words carried some indefinable rigidity, making Lucia shy and annoyed. She turned red and was about to theorize with him. The man suddenly stretched out his other hand and directly held her two hands together in his hand, followed by his free hand lifting up her loose silhouette T-shirt.
The burns on the back had scabbed over and partially fallen off, but there were still some places where the scabs had not yet come off. There were some flesh-powder scars on the white skin, making him frown.
"Pah!" Lucia violently broke away from his hand and hit his arm with her palm without mercy. She was annoyed,
"August, what are you doing!" How can you forcibly lift a woman's clothes like this!
August raised his eyes. His gaze suddenly sank. He stared at her, "Is this what you call 'healed"?"
His voice had an unquestionable coldness in it, and anger surged up at the bottom of his eyes.
When he took such a look, Lucia suddenly looked like a deflated ball. She felt guilty and could not blame him. She paused and was about to speak, but August suddenly leaned towards her and lowered his voice. He said in a deep voice, "How dare you drink before your wounds are completely healed. Lucia, who gave you the guts?"
Lucia's heart tightened and she subconsciously denied, "I didn't drink."
"The cocktails all contain alcohol, do you think you can deceive me?" He said and raised his hand to hook her chin, and his body pressed towards her. At that moment, Lucia almost suffocated. Her body instantly tensed up, watching the man's handsome features slowly approach, her heart nearly jumped out of the throat.
They were so close. Thus there was almost no distance between their noses. August paused, then his face naturally pulled away. He stared at her coldly, "Pineapple juice, the base wine is vodka. You drink with four men. Do you want to get yourself drunk?"
Lucia was shocked and panicked. She did not expect him to know what kind of wine she was drinking. It was shocking that he knew that she was drinking with four men. She became speechless, "You... How do you know?" August's face flashed a trace of sulking. He stared at her coldly said, "The wound on your body has not yet completely scabbed off. If you drink, the stimulation of alcohol will make the body red and pigmentation will appear, do you want to sustain the scar on your back for the rest of your life?"
Lucia was speechless for a moment, knowing that what she did was wrong. She couldn't say anything, but after at moment's pause, she suddenly reacted. What did it have to do with August whether she kept her scars or not? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but mutter, "It has nothing to do with you..."
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