Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lu Yan refused to release her. He held her svelte waist and trapped her in his embrace as he looked down at her wriggling in her arms.

Everyone said that women had mood swings and he agreed with this statement. However, the women he had interacted with in the past would serve him meticulously. She was the only exception to be so brazen and threw a tantrum at him.

What had he done wrong?

He had abstained from sexual activities for four months and he had nearly gone insane from thinking about her. He was unable to control his physical reactions when he hugged her fragrant and soft body.

And now she was angry about this?

“An’an, stop fooling about!” He reprimanded.

An’an raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were reddened. “Lu Yan, you’d better look for other women.”

An’an raised her eyes and saw a tall, handsome figure standing by the door. Lu Yan had returned.

He entered the room and kicked the door with one leg. The man was in a foul mood and ventilated his feelings on the door.

The bed sank on one side when Lu Yan sat on it. His handsome and muscular back was facing her and he berated in a low voice, “An’an, you are really audacious. You didn’t even chase after me when I left!”

An’an was initially very sad and miserable, but when she heard this sentence, she secretly smiled. This was Lu Yan – the man she loved.

She looked at the man’s back. He was sitting by the bed despondently. She did not know if he was still angry or embarrassed. The man hunched his tall and muscular body and retrieved a pack of cigarettes. He took out a cigarette stick and was about to smoke.

An’an promptly stuck out her leg and kicked him. “Don’t smoke!”

Lu Yan’s face became dark and grim. He was not allowed to touch her nor was he allowed to smoke. What was this torture? His calloused fingers smashed the cigarette stick and the pack of cigarettes before disposing in the rubbish bin. He knitted his brows in frustration.

Sucking in a breath, he glanced sideways at her leg. Her leg was still beside his muscular thigh. She was wearing a pair of pink socks, and one sock had fallen off, revealing her delicate toes.

Lu Yan’s throat bobbed. His calloused hand grasped her leg and placed it on his thigh. He put on her pink sock for her.

“Are you still angry?” He asked her in a low voice.

An’an was not angry with him. She was only angry with herself, but she did not feel any more anger. She was already appeased as she watched him putting on her sock for her.

She did not say a word. Lu Yan arched his handsome brows and flung her leg aside. He strode over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and retrieved a small knife.

The sharp knife gleamed menacingly in his hands. An’an asked in shock, “Lu Yan, what are you doing?”

Lu Yan stared at her. “This thing is disobedient. It has made you angry. I’m going to cut it off now.”

With that, he took the knife and prepared to stab himself in the crotch.

An’an’s eyes suddenly narrowed. Her delicate body lunged over and hugged him. “Lu Yan, are you insane?!”

Lu Yan flung the knife away immediately. His calloused hand pressed on her smooth shoulder and pinned her down on the bed.

Her delicate back was pinned down onto the soft bedspread. The man looked down at her, and there was a tinge of rage and tenderness in his bloodshot brown eyes. “Are you still angry?”

An’an forcefully squeezed his torso, but she was unable to squeeze him at all. His torso muscles were as hard as steel. “You did it intentionally to scare me.”

Lu Yan snorted coldly. “I’ve never seen someone as brazen as you. It’s a rarity for me to miss you. Didn’t I make you feel pleasurable or let you mew like a cat last night?”

“Lu Yan!” An’an promptly covered his mouth. He was spouting indecent words again!

Lu Yan stared at her ravishing and youthful face. Her eyes were still red and watery and she was fluttering her lashes pitifully. God, he wanted her so much.

“Lu Yan, I want to go to the washroom.”

Lu Yan released her and got up.

But the delicate body stuck close to him. She wrapped her hands around his neck. “Carry me.”

Carry me.

Lu Yan’s body felt weak at these two words. If she wanted, he would even give her his life.

All she had to do was ask.