Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he reached out with his large palms to grab her delicate wrists, pulling her into his embrace. His lips pressed down on her red lips furiously.

He kissed her.

Lu Yan had clutched onto her wrist, stopping her wandering hands.

An’an didn’t struggle, and let him kiss her. He kissed her impatiently, fervently. His lips ravaged her as their teeth crashed together. An’an’s lips were almost bleeding from the kiss.

She placed her white hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Uncle Lu, do you even know how to kiss?”

Damn it, she didn’t like his kissing!

Lu Yan’s face turned dark with embarrassment as she practically told him she didn’t like his kiss.

He released her lips, but his eyes stayed on her lips, like a hungry wolf gazing at a cute rabbit. He had been a womanizer in his younger days, but had only kissed one girl before.

She was the only one he had kissed in his entire life.

He felt a twinge in his heart. When he was younger, he was a playboy, and would never have imagined that he would meet a girl like her, the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He had too little to give her. The only thing he had left was this pure kiss. That was all he had.

If only he knew that he was going to regret his womanising ways one day, he would have saved his first time for her.

His deep brown eyes were filled with complicated feelings. An’an’s heart suddenly melted, and she kissed his thin lips.

Lu Yan turned, and her delicate body landed in his arms. He pinned her between himself and the sofa. He lifted his body, and continued the kiss she initiated.

Both of them weren’t good as kissing, and whatever skills they had, they had learned from each other. Yet the times they had kissed could be counted on one hand.

Because of that, An’an was a novice as well. She clutched his strong arms with both her hands, and rubbed her lips gently against his, before parting her lips.

Lu Yan took this chance to reach out with his tongue, and explore all corners of her sweet mouth.

Mm.

An’an’s entire body went soft. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she kissed him back.

The two of them began a game of cat-and-mouse. It was as though they had discovered a new place, somewhere they could have fun without ever getting tired of it, somewhere they could lose themselves.

It was a long time before Lu Yan let go. He pressed his body down on her, and buried his head in her neck, taking deep breaths.

An’an’s lips were swollen from his kiss. Her eyes roamed the room, sparking with emotion.

Lu Yan tried to control his breathing, but it was impossible. Her touch on his amputated area and her smell which lingered after the kiss all left him craving for more.

He wasn’t new to these affairs between a man and a woman. But it was only after he lived half his life that he realized that his past escapades were nothing compared to this.

This girl made him truly understand what making love was. Lifting himself up, he started kissing her once again.

But An’an avoided him, and refused to let him kiss her.

“What’s wrong?” His voice hoarse, he pinched her cheeks and turned her over to face him, fixing her with his fiery gaze.

An’an gazed at him. “Lu Yan, are you thinking about it?”

Lu Yan felt as though he had swallowed embers.

“I haven’t had any other man these past three years.”

Lu Yan froze. She hadn’t been with any other man? In truth, he hadn’t thought about this at all, but now she was telling him that she had not been with any other man.

She belonged to him.

“Lu Yan, I’m no longer 18. When I slept with you back then it was because I loved you. I’m 21 now. What do you plan to do after you sleep with me? Are you going to just leave again?”

Lu Yan fell silent.

He pressed his lips together, not knowing what to say in that moment. He gazed into her clear eyes and said, “Lu Yan died three years ago. All I am now is a penniless and worthless fellow, and… a cripple. An’an, I have nothing to give you.”

Hearing him say this, An’an’s eyes suddenly turned cold. She pushed him away and stood up, ready to leave.

A strong arm reached out and hooked around her slim waist, pulling her back into his embrace. He said huskily, “But I can give you my life!”

An’an smiled, her beautiful lips curving into a smile. She turned around and pounced on him. “Who wants your life?”

Lu Yan flipped himself over and pressed his thin lips against hers.

An’an hid in his embrace, and said coyly, “Are you sure you can do it with just one leg?”

“This requires strength from the waist. There’s nothing wrong with my waist!”

Indeed. An’an touched his strong waist. His waist was strong and sturdy, and he was built like an ox.

Lu Yan kissed her, and suddenly remembered something. “Do you have a condom?”

An’an looked down. “I don’t.”

“No more? I thought you bought them the other day?” he said as he grabbed her slim wrist. “Be a good girl and take them out, hm?”

“Lu Yan, what are you afraid of? Afraid of having kids at your age?” An’an glared at him, reluctant to back down.

Having kids at his age?

Lu Yan’s blood rushed to his head. He didn’t even dare think of something like that. That she would give him a son at 40 years old.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips. “Little rascal, don’t regret it if I get you pregnant!”

…

Two hours later.

Their clothes were scattered all over the custom-made cashmere carpet. An’an lay in Lu Yan’s arms, her face bright red.

Lu Yan leaned lazily against her bed, puffing on a cigarette between his long fingers. He looked through the rising smoke at the girl lying on him. Her soft, supple skin was covered in love bites.

He exhaled out a breath of smoke slowly. With a low laugh, he said huskily, “I didn’t misjudge you. You became obedient after I dealt with you.”

An’an reached over to take the cigarette from his hands, and put it out in the ashtray. “You’re still injured, so smoke less.”

Lu Yan cupped her small face in his hands. “You didn’t mention the wounds on my body just now.”

Grr, this man! An’an balled her hands into fists, wanting to pummel him.

Seeming to anticipate this, Lu Yan jumped off her bed. “I’ll prepare the bath for you.” His tall, strong figure disappeared from her sight.

At this moment, someone’s phone rang. An’an gave Lu Yan’s phone on the side of her bed a glance. It was an old model. Someone was calling him.

Wasn’t it time he changed his phone?

An’an reached out to take his phone, and picked up his call. A familiar voice sounded from the other end of the call. “Brother Ah Yan, when are you coming back? Little Tiger misses you.”

A cute voice rang out from the other end. “Daddy… daddy…”

“Little Tiger, be quiet. Mummy is on the phone.”

An’an had a good memory, and she recognized the voice almost immediately. It was An Xi.