Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle
chapter-836

He was 20 years older than her, but she was willing to live 20 years less for him. They could both return to the same place and be buried together.

Hearing what her daughter had said, Huo Yanmei jerked in shock. She remained in shocked silence for ten seconds before regaining her composure and snapped angrily, “An’an, I know you have an obsession with Lu Yan, and that’s fine. Once you become Junxun’s woman, you’ll naturally let your guard down, and forget about Lu Yan. You’ll give all of your heart to Junxun. He’s someone you can entrust the rest of your life with!”

“No, I don’t want that!” An’an shook her head hard, and backed away. “Mom, don’t force me. How can you use such despicable methods on your own daughter? That year when you got drunk and cheated, you brought me into a world of unbearable pain and misfortune. Lu Yan was the one who saved me. He was the one who gave me a new life!”

That year when she got drunk and cheated…

Hearing her own daughter bring this up, Huo Yanmei’s expression turned beyond ugly. She threw the maid behind her a look and said, “What are you waiting for? Bring Elder Miss to the guest room upstairs!”

…

In the guestroom.

An’an lay on the soft bed weak and helplessly. Li Junxun stood beside the bed, looking at the beauty on it.

An’an’s skin was covered in a thin layer of powder, and she looked like a freshly-bloomed rose, her long lashes quivering. Her vulnerability made her all the more seductive. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing her tiny teeth. Li Junxun was blushing furiously.

He reached out slowly to stroke An’an’s face.

An’an twisted away from his touch.

Li Junxun paused, and said gently, “An’an, what Madam is doing is for your sake. Master Yan is already dead. Forget him. I promise to treat you well in the future.”

He had fallen in love with An’an at first sight and his feelings had rekindled when he saw her again. He hadn’t forgotten her even though he had been overseas for the past three years.

He would take responsibility for her and treat her well.

An’an felt weak all over. She looked at the chandelier above her head, and grabbed the sheets below her tightly.

The bed sagged at a corner as Li Junxun climbed onto it.

He reached out to undo An’an’s buttons.

He undid the buttons one by one, revealing her smooth, fair skin. Li Junxun bent down to kiss An’an’s face.

But what he kissed were tears and a mouth full of bitterness.

An’an who was lying underneath him lowered her long lashes, and two tears flowed like pearls down from the corners of her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly and she called out softly, “Ah Yan…”

She was calling Lu Yan’s name.

…

Lu Yan lay on the sofa. He wasn’t asleep, merely taking a short rest.

After some time, the door opened.

He heard footsteps approach him, and his vision darkened. Someone was standing beside his sofa.

Lu Yan opened his eyes slowly. An’an was back. She was standing beside the sofa, waiting for him.

Her small face was pale, her beautiful eyes cold and lonely.

Lu Yan lowered his eyes slightly. “What’s wrong?”

He reached out with his rough palms to take her hand.

Hiss.

An’an hissed.

Lu Yan looked down immediately. There was a red burn on her hand. Her skin was soft and supple, making the burn especially obvious.

“How did you burn yourself?” Lu Yan sat up, and instinctively brought her hand to his mouth.

His heart was hurting for her so badly.

An’an’s eyes turned red as tears flowed out. Loving him had caused her so many grievances.

Hearing her cry, Lu Yan froze and raised his head. Her small face was wet with tears, and she looked miserable.

His brown eyes contracted as his expression turned cold. He forced out a few words coldly. “Did someone bully you?”

An’an shook her head. “No.”

Lu Yan kicked the coffee table in front of him. “Why are you crying then? Stop crying, you make me worry when you cry!”

His head turned into a mess when he saw her cry.

An’an sniffed with her red nose and said softly, “I cooked you egg fried rice, but the bowl dropped…”

Lu Yan’s eyes twitched as his heart softened. She cooked egg fried rice for him?

He looked up at her chagrined face, and scolded her. “Just for this little thing? You ate the steak and left me the fried rice, I’m not eating that!”

An’an stayed silent.

Though An’an was extremely upset, but hearing his words, she stopped crying and laughed instead. This man!

She pounced on him, her arms going round his neck. She pressed her red lips against his ears and said softly, “Lu Yan, you’re really not married?”

As her soft fragrant body pounced on him, he quickly reached out to grab her waist. He pressed his thin lips together and said, “Not married.”

An’an placed her hands on his cheeks, and kissed his beard.

His beard was cold and prickly, and it hurt her soft lips as she kissed him. But she refused to let go. She liked his beard and his masculine scent.

She was definitely torturing him on purpose. Because she was only kissing his beard, and not his lips.

Her kiss was like a little cat, soft and gentle, and made him crave her.Lu Yan held her waist tight, and wanted to kiss her straight on the lips. But her hands slid down to his shoulders, and she pushed him down onto the sofa.

She sat down as his back pressed onto the sofa.

“You’re still wearing pants even though you’re going to sleep?” She reached out to undo his belt.

He didn’t have a shirt on and his chest was bare, but he had his pants on, which was secured by a belt at the waist.

Lu Yan caught her hands. “What are you doing?”

“Let me see.”

“See what?”

“Your amputation.”

Lu Yan sneered self-deprecatingly. “What’s there to see? It’ll only scare you.”

So he wore pants?

An’an pushed his hands away, her little hands undoing his belt nimbly. She pulled down his pants to reveal his missing leg.

The area that was amputated was red and swollen. It was as though a perfect creation had been smashed apart and become a defect.

He was no longer perfect.

An’an reached out and stroked the amputated area with her soft fingers.

Lu Yan’s muscles tensed up. He wanted to get up, but just as he was about to, his strong body collapsed back onto the sofa. His sensation was all concentrated on her hands. She stroked the amputated area slowly, her actions soft, gentle and tender, as though she was touching a priceless treasure.

His brown eyes were rimmed with red as he swallowed. Was she trying to kill him?

This feeling was even more stimulating than the regular touch between a male and female. He had never experienced anything like that before. He felt a raging sensation from his core, straight through to all of his bones.