Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

How would Lu Yan even be kicked by Gu Mohan with his martial arts background?

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes at Lu Yan and Lu Yan reciprocated by raising his brows. The atmosphere between the two was becoming more tense.

…

Tang Mo’er and An’an had entered slumberland in no time and their blanket was lifted. Lu Yan had lifted An’an up and taken her away.

Gu Mohan glanced at An’an, who was in deep sleep before he looked at Lu Yan and warned him, “Master Yan, you’d better behave appropriately.”

Lu Yan didn’t reply to him, he just carried An’an away.

Since An’an had brought away, there was a space beside Tang Mo’er that was made available. Gu Mohan lay beside her but he didn’t close his eyes to sleep. He reached his hand out, running his fingers over Tang Mo’er’s face. Her skin was smooth and supple, just like a boiled egg.

His hand shifted down onto her baby bump. This was his baby and his wife!

Men tended to ignore women after they’d successfully slept with them, but he was the total opposite. He continued to pester her even after achieving his aims.

Lu Yan’s calloused fingertips were on her lips, he pressed on them forcefully till her red lips turned white. “I’ve slept with you, but I plan to continue sleeping with you again and again.”

His voice was husky.

An’an’s face flushed red. How could he be so direct with his words?

“No, let go of me!”

“An’an,” Lu Yan turned her face to look at him, “You no longer love me?”

He was asking her whether she no longer loved him.

An’an batted her eyelashes. She loved him, she really loved him so much.

But she wasn’t going to live longer, just because she loved him.

She lowered her head, appearing a little depressed and aggrieved. Lu Yan couldn’t help but feel a little bad, he lowered his voice and spoke, “Those few people saw me today, I can’t let them live anymore. This world is cruel, if I allow them to leave, they will eventually harm me. You don’t like it when I get myself involved in such bloody acts right?”

He was explaining himself.

An’an lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Her hand started to glide down his chest, arriving at his waist and she reached for his back, touching the gun he had hidden behind.

Her delicate fingertips were on his gun. “Lu Yan, can you just throw this gun away? Let’s just live a normal life, please?”

Lu Yan’s heart sank, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, An’an.”

He would never and could never throw the gun away.

An’an had already guessed the answer. She retracted her hand, pushing him away with all the force she could muster.

Lying back down, she turned her back to him in a huff.

She didn’t bother with him anymore.

As Lu Yan looked at her from the back, he stuck his tongue out to lick his chapped lips before he grasped her shoulder, turning her entire body over to face him. He leaned forward, kissing her on the lips.

Mmgh!

An’an refused, using all of her might to pummel him.

But his body wasn’t even moving a bit, he continued kissing her, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

An’an’s lips were swollen after being kissed by him so thoroughly. Her eyelashes fluttered and tears welled up inside her eyes.

Two streams of tears dropped down.

Lu Yan froze for a moment after seeing her cry. He kissed the tears on her face away, and they tasted bitter. “An’an, you really don’t love me anymore?”

An’an opened her eyes, they were filled with tears but still crystal-clear. “Lu Yan, do you love me?”

Lu Yan, do you love me?

Lu Yan pursed his lips, he didn’t answer her.

He wasn’t going to answer her question.

An’an burst into tears, her shoulders shuddering as she sobbed. “Lu Yan, you’re a jerk!”