Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 977: Giving Her the Lipstick

An’an read the message twice—-I’m outside your apartment, open the door.

Oh god. He was here.

An’an didn’t even put on her shoes before she ran over and pulled open the door.

A tall figure stood outside, just like a statue, back facing the light.

It was really Lu Yan.

An’an looked at him, puffing her cheeks up. “What are you doing here, didn’t Qianqian let you stay over in her hotel room?” She was still holding onto the door knob, not letting him in.

Lu Yan stretched out his hand to push open the door, stepping inside her apartment and closing the door after him. His actions were so overbearing.

He leaned against the door and chuckled. “Someone’s going to cry her nose off if I really go.”

“I’m not going to cry my nose off!” Though An’an said that, her nose was already red.

Lu Yan looked below, her feet were bare. Furrowing his brows, he questioned, “Why are you barefoot?”

He stretched his muscular arm out, grasping her waist and easily lifting her up. An’an quickly hugged his neck.

“What’s wrong, why are your eyes all red?” He leaned forward to kiss her widow’s peak.

An’an hadn’t felt that aggrieved before he came and asked her about it, but not that he mentioned it, she pouted her lips. “I thought that you were going to abandon me again.”

Again, Lu Yan’s heart thumped when he heard that. He used more force as he grappled her. “You like me that much?”

He had nothing to his name now and was even disabled, why did she, a 21 year old in the prime of her youth, like him so much?

“Mmm, I just like you,” An’an lowered her head as she said.

Lu Yan’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “I bought you a gift, it’s in my pocket. Take it yourself.”

He bought her a gift?

An’an’s eyes lit up, she quickly reached into his pocket. “What gift?”

Her hands were on his thigh muscles, they were merely separated by the thin material of his pants. His waist stiffened.

An’an managed to find the gift, she took it out. It was a lipstick.

He had given her a lipstick.

A man giving a woman a lipstick.

All of the grievance in An’an’s heart just dissipated and her eyes crinkled into a smile as she waved the lipstick around excitedly. “How much did it cost?”

“Not much, 3999.”

What?!

An’an gasped. “Your paycheck is only 4000 dollars and you spent 3999 on a lipstick? Lu Yan, are you crazy?!”

She balled her hands into fists to pummel him.

Lu Yan didn’t move, just letting her pummel him. It felt just like she was tickling him when her fists landed on his muscular chest. He wasn’t scared of the pain, but rather, afraid that her hands would hurt.

“Go put it on now, I want to see.”

An’an was angry about him spending his money frivolously, wasting an entire month’s paycheck. He was no longer like before, he had zero savings after sending the children in the mountains to the Capital for college.

“I’m not going to put it on.”

“Little Lass, you’re not being good?” He pinched her waist.

It hurt! An’an slid away from his arms just like a snake. She put on her indoor slippers and walked in front of the dresser, twisting open the lipstick.

Applying the lipstick on her lips, she continued to blend it out. The lipstick was a bright red color that was highly pigmented, she just had to apply a bit of it to create a glossy, gradient lip effect.

Lifting her eyes to look in the mirror, her natural lip line was already perfect and so she usually didn’t have to put on lipstick at all. But now that she had lipstick on, it complemented her fair skin so well, elevating her beauty.

She turned around, looking at him with lustrous eyes. “Do I look good?”

Lu Yan walked over, arriving in front of her before he held her face, kissing her on the lips.

Her soft lips, lipstick and all, were on his now.

Mmh!

An’an quickly pushed him away. “Stop kissing me, I just applied the lipstick!”

“I bought the lipstick so that I could eat it.”

“…”

He was about to kiss her when An’an avoided him. “Let me ask you a question, why did you give me lipstick?”

Out of so many gifts, he had chosen lipstick.

“I originally intended to buy something else, but I didn’t have enough money for it.”

“…”

Wasn’t he supposed to say something really sweet or romantic at that moment?

Grr, he was always so hard to predict.

Fine, he wasn’t that type to begin with.

When Lu Yan leaned forward to kiss An’an again, she didn’t dodge. She placed her hand in his pocket. He had one coin left inside. She clenched the coin tightly in her hand, feeling her heart hurt.

Her Ah Yan shouldn’t live like this.

She suddenly heard him complaining, “Are you done touching and moving around in my pocket?”

An’an’s face turned red, subconsciously retracting her hand.

Lu Yan had lifted her up, throwing her onto the sofa in the living room.

Before she could get up, he pinned her underneath him and his masculine body scent overwhelmed her senses.

Then, the two were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Since An’an had been holding onto the lipstick, when the man started pulling her clothes off, the lipstick fell onto the carpet.

“My lipstick!”

She leaned over to check, the lipstick had already broken into two halves on the carpet.

An’an’s heart ached. Oh God, her 3999 dollar lipstick!

She wanted to pick it up.

But the man pulled her back the next moment. “Why did you scream, it’s already broken just let it be.”

“But–”

“Stop wasting time!” He interrupted her. “I was considerate of you because of the baby but watch how I teach you a lesson now!”

An’an quickly shut her eyes. This man… was a carnivore, he yearned for her in the most primal way. But even now, she could only think of the wasted and broken lipstick.

…

Two hours later.

An’an opened her eyes feebly while she lay on the bed. She seemed to have died once earlier on.

Lu Yan wasn’t in the room, he had gone outside.

An’an gathered all her strength to get down the bed, opening the windows in the room to air the place. The sheets couldn’t be used anymore, she took them off and replaced them with new ones.

She held the old bedsheets in her arms as she stepped out of the room.

Once she stepped outside, she saw a tall figure in the kitchen. Lu Yan was cooking in the kitchen. He had just taken a shower but since there weren’t any men’s clothing in the apartment, he wore that same navy blue t-shirt and his prosthetic leg had been removed. His right pant leg was empty.

But it didn’t affect the man’s movements at all, even elevating his charms. An’an walked over with light footsteps, hugging him from behind. She touched the amputated part of his leg.

“Ah Yan, how did you lose your leg?”