Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

In the room, An Xi had finished stitching up Lu Yan’s wound and was packing his bed for him.

An’an walked over and observed An Xi carefully, An Xi wasn’t a flashy beauty, but had more of a gentle aura around her. She had that virtuous look to her and seemed like the perfect fit to be someone’s wife.

If any man were to marry An Xi, she’d probably do a good job taking care of her husband and children. They would live a happy life in the future as a complete family.

An’an didn’t expect a woman like An Xi to appear around Lu Yan after they had spent some time apart. Not only that, An Xi had even grown up together with him in the same village.

He was great at attracting women.

“Doctor An, thank you for the hard work. You can head back earlier to have some rest, I’ll take care of Lu Yan at night,” said An’an.

An Xi was washing her hands in the basin and she turned around to look at An’an. “Miss An’an, Brother Ah Yan is still suffering from a high fever. I’ll stay behind and take care of him since you’re not a trained doctor. I’m afraid you won’t know how to take care of him.”

He then turned around, pressing her underneath him.

“Lu Yan, you’re injured.” She instantly pulled the blankets over their bodies to keep him warm.

Lu Yan was feeling drowsy, he thought that he was dreaming. In his dreams, An’an was lying on the same bed as him, covering the same blanket and she was underneath him.

He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck and sniffed. It was that faint, milky scent that smelled so pleasant.

“Lu Yan, what are you doing? Are you a puppy?” An’an pushed his head away and didn’t allow him to sniff her.

He was truly behaving like a puppy, sniffing her here and there.

Lu Yan heard her voice, she was calling him ‘Lu Yan’ and she sounded somewhat angry despite her voice being so sensual. It made the goosebumps rise for Lu Yan.

He closed his eyes, kissing her on the lips.

An’an’s pupils dilated, he continued kissing her without having any intention of stopping at all. He behaved as though he was eating a bouncy and soft pudding, he wanted to swallow her whole.

An’an balled her hands into two fists and pummeled him, she didn’t want him to kiss her.

He was fooling around with another woman just yesterday and even had An Xi by his side, who knew whether he was just taking her for someone else. He was still having a high fever and probably didn’t know who she was.

Did he kiss other women like this before, did he…

An’an knew that she shouldn’t be so calculative about his past, but it only happened yesterday, how could she just forget about it in such a short amount of time?

He was in that dark and unnoticeable corner, allowing another woman to…

An’an felt her heart wrench in pain at the thought of it. Lu Yan, why does it hurt so much to love you?

She was behaving reluctantly as Lu Yan continued kissing her face, wanting to remove her clothes.

She was wearing a pink knit sweater and she quickly pressed down on her collar when she noticed what he was trying to do.

“Lu Yan, do you know who am I?” She asked.

It was destined that Lu Yan would never be able to answer her question. He was already extremely drowsy, to the point he couldn’t think properly. He could only follow his desires and look for the warm and delicate body his mind yearned for.

He was going to fulfill all of his desires in his dreams, things that he could never achieve in real life.

An’an…

His kiss continued downwards…

When his head was under her knit sweater, An’an suddenly sobered up. “Lu Yan, no!”

She pushed him away with all the force she could gather but he was still on her. He only groaned.

She had touched his wound.

An’an felt her heart aching for him instantly. “Lu Yan, are you okay?”

There wasn’t any blood seeping through his bandage, he seemed to be fine.

Lu Yan had her pinned underneath him, his face buried in her neck and he was panting heavily.

He was in dreamland again and it was filled with An’an’s beautiful face. She was doe-eyed and calling him ‘Lu Yan’ with that tender voice of hers, it sounded so good.

It felt kinda real actually, he felt as though she was really underneath him.

“An’an…” He muttered.

An’an.

He was calling her name.

He was having a high fever and calling her name while he was lightheaded.

An’an’s eyes turned red and watery. She hated herself so much, she hated how she was so easily coaxed by him.

She should hate him, hate him for his infidelity.