Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Jun Xiqing, I am going to screw you!

Somehow, Jun Xiqing never expected the typically stern-faced Lu Yeming to speak so crudely.

Lu Yeming unfastened his belt.

He was for real this time.

Today, she had really angered him. But Jun Xiqing didn’t want to get up to any hanky-panky with him here. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and bit his Adam’s apple.

Lu Yeming was standing unsteadily. For the first time in his life, his two strong legs gave a violent shudder. He gripped her slender waist and pinned her against the wall.

Splash! Jun Xiqing took the opportunity to turn on the shower and water splashed down all over them. When Mu Yanfeng heard the sound, he realized that she must be showering, so he hurried away.

With that imminent danger resolved, Jun Xiqing finally heaved a sigh of relief. She glanced up to see Lu Yeming glaring at her with reddened eyes.

Standing against the evening light, his chiseled profile glowed with mesmerizing light. Clad in a white shirt and black pants, this West Duke, who had dominated the world from the age of 18, was glorious and magnificent. Just one glance from those deep, dark eyes of his was enough to make any woman shiver and go numb.

A ring of tiny teeth marks was embedded around his Adam’s apple where she had bitten him with no restraint. It looked extremely ambiguous and anyone who saw it would blush at the sight.

Where did she learn such a naughty trick from?

Reaching out, Jun Xiqing held his neck, puckering her little red lips and sticking out her tongue to like the ring of teeth marks.

Lu Yeming’s blood-red eyes shifted. He knew that she was just trying to soothe him. She was a smart girl and didn’t want to ruffle his feathers.

He gripped her soft waist tightly as if trying to break her in two. “Stop your little tricks. Don’t think that you can settle this just by licking me like a little kitten. When have I ever been so easy to appease?”

His voice was low and hoarse.

But Jun Xiqing knew he liked it. His muscles were hard and stiff all over. Even the veins in the two hands around her waist were throbbing.

This was the first time she was seeing Lu Yeming in such an agitated state.

Hmm… This Lady Mei really knew her stuff.

She couldn’t imagine how much more formidable Bei Yuewu was, being the Madam of Ah Jiao’s Room. No wonder Bei Yuewu was able to snatch Murong Jiancheng from Dongfang Wanqing’s hands.

Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming with her liquid eyes. She used her finger to trace out the word “jealous” over his heart.

Jealous?

With a snort, Lu Yeming narrowed his bloodshot eyes and stared at her scornfully. “I have never been jealous in my life.”

Oh.

Hmph. Jun Xiqing pretended to push him away to go find Mu Yanfeng.

“Jun Xiqing, don’t you dare!” Lu Yeming pulled her back into his arms.

Heehee.

Jun Xiqing smiled at him with brows raised. Her smile was very impish and pleased, and also held traces of mischief, ambiguity and affection.

Although she could not speak, her eyes conveyed everything she wished to say.

Seeing her expression, Lu Yeming felt a tingling sensation spread all over his body. He furrowed his brows and suppressed the mounting frustration growing inside.

This was the first time in his life that he felt such a loss of control. He didn’t like her being with other men. Even more so, he hated the idea of other men coveting her.

In the 26 years he was with Mo’er, he had never understood the meaning of the word ‘jealous’.

But this was how jealousy affected most men. They would not be able to tolerate other men tainting their own woman.

Oh well, so he was jealous. So be it.

Lu Yeming reached out one long finger and lightly flicked her delicate nose. “You are not allowed to make me angry again in the future.”

If this was the feeling of jealousy, he didn’t like it at all.

Oh.

Jun Xiqing lifted her little face, her skin looking as fair and delicious as a smooth egg white under the light. It made one feel like taking a bite.

Lu Yeming held her soft hands and placed it on his black leather belt. “Help me put it on.”

He had taken off his belt earlier, revealing a bit of his underwear. Hm… it was black.

Jun Xiqing quickly drew back her hand.

“No? So you wish to do it with me?”

With that, Jun Xiqing gave in and quickly helped him fasten his belt.

As she was afraid of touching something she was not supposed to, Jun Xiqing fastened the belt in a very meticulous manner. Her face gradually turned red. This was a man whom one did not even dare to look at for too long.

How was his skin so good? Smooth, delicate and crystal-clear. It was like a freshly-blooming baby rose.

Faced with her close inspection, Lu Yeming felt like his throat was covered in a layer of ash. He licked his dry lips and said in a raspy voice, “When are you going to do it with me?”

Jun Xiqing’s hand shivered. What in the world was with this guy? He was constantly trying to have his way with her.

“The last time we did it we were still in the Capital. It’s been such a long time since I last touched you,” he continued.

Jun Xiqing fastened his belt and looked at him sternly: Be serious.

How was he not being serious?

Lu Yeming caressed her little face. “Alright, you can tell me now. What happened during the auction earlier? Did you regret it and no longer wish to be with me?”

Swallowing down a sigh, Jun Xiqing batted her long lashes and traced out the words on his palm: I need a bit more time.

“What do you mean?” Lu Yeming’s tone turned icy-cold.

Go back first. We need to be apart for some time…

Jun Xiqing didn’t manage to finish her writing. He grabbed her slender wrist and said coldly, “Jun Xiqing, are you playing with me?”

Jun Xiqing shook her head. She wanted to explain it to him. She wasn’t. She really wasn’t at all. So she drew back her wrist and held his hand, wanting to open it up to continue writing.

But Lu Yeming clenched his long fingers together, refusing to let her write.

“Jun Xiqing, I just want one answer from you. I am going back now, are you coming with me?”

Leave with him?

She couldn’t.

If she was not wrong, Yuan Ming had put a spell on her.

Yuan Ming was obsessed with Bei Yuewu and so he hated Lu Yeming, who was the son of Bei Yuewu and Murong Jiancheng.

It was clear Yuan Ming had targeted Lu Yeming on purpose. He wanted to make use of her to kill Lu Yeming.

As long as she was with Lu Yeming, he would be in danger.

Jun Xiqing shook her head slowly.

She rejected him.

Lu Yeming let go of her with resignation. He gave a wry chuckle before turning to leave.

…

Outside the door.

Lu Yeming walked down the corridor and instructed Fan Men, “From now on, keep a close eye on Jun Xiqing.”

“Your Highness, what happened?”

Lu Yeming’s deep, almond-shaped eye appeared to swirl with emotion, but on closer inspection, was calm again. “We’ll know when the time comes.”

An hour later.

Fan Men hurried over. “Your Highness, bad news. Ms. Jun is missing. She was led into a car by Yuan Ming.”

A flash of darkness crossed Lu Yeming’s eyes and he immediately boarded a sports car. The chilly night wind made his black trench coat thrash wildly in the air, giving him a cold and domineering aura.