Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lu Yan closed his handsome eyes and turned around to leave.

He was not her eagle anymore.

Now, she had met someone better.

In the banquet hall.

An’an was wearing a long dress and was standing there prettily. She eyed Li Junxun, who was in front of her.

The crowd was getting boisterous.

“Miss An’an, quick, say yes to Master Li. No one is more compatible than the two of you here.”

“That’s right. Both of you are a match made in heaven.”…

Li Junxun gazed at An’an tenderly. “An’an, may I invite you for a dance?”

An’an retracted her fair hand from the eagle mask and apologized. “Senior Junxun, I’m sorry, I’m not here to dance today.”

She was not here to dance. It was only that she had seen an eagle mask and felt drawn to it.

Li Junxun froze and his handsome face revealed disappointment. Just like before, An’an rejected him ruthlessly.

“An’an…”

At this moment, An’an saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eyes. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she was unsure if she had seen wrongly.

“Senior Junxun, I’m sorry, I need to return now.”

An’an turned around to leave without waiting for Li Junxun’s reply.

Lu Yan had not walked far. His smoking addiction had acted up again, and he retrieved a pack of cigarettes from his trousers pocket in a desolate corner.

The place that he was standing at was very dark, and there was only a sliver of moonlight that shone on the area. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lighting it up with his long fingers and started smoking.

He knitted his brows and vigorously took a puff. The nicotine in the cigarette was somewhat mild, it was insufficient to suppress the turmoil within him.

After taking two puffs, he heard a coquettish voice. “Sir, do you have a need you would like fulfilled?”

Lu Yan raised his eyes and saw a Miaojiang beauty standing before him. She was the songstress here. Besides playing the harp, she would also serve the ministers of the palace.

She was like those social escorts in the high-end hotels in Capital, who charged exorbitant fees for their services.

Lu Yan’s muscular body was indolently leaning against the wall. He stuck one hand into his trousers pocket, and the other hand was holding onto his cigarette. He gradually puffed out a mouthful of smoke, and sized up the beauty with his bloodshot eyes.

The beauty could see that he was interested. She removed her coat, revealing the tight minidress beneath.

This beauty had a very good hourglass figure.

The beauty walked over confidently and stopped in front of Lu Yan. She stretched her hand out to touch Lu Yan’s muscular chest.

Lu Yan did not budge and continued to let her touch him with bold ministrations. Lifting the cigarette, he brought his cigarette to his thin lips and took a puff, before puffing out the cigarette smoke onto the beauty. He smiled. “I don’t have money.”

He did not have any money?

The beauty froze, but her hand was still wandering about on the man’s muscular chest. It was such a cold day, and he was only wearing a black shirt. Three buttons had been undone on the collar of the shirt, revealing a large patch of sexy bronze skin.

He was wearing a pair of black trousers beneath, but the shirt was not tucked into the trousers. His clothes had not been ironed and there were creases, making him look like a penniless fellow, but at the same time, he exuded an uninhibited sexiness.

This beauty had seen numerous men, but she had never seen such a masculine and virile one before.

“Sir, it’s alright if you don’t have money. Let me take a look. If I’m satisfied with what I see, I will give myself to you for free.”

This beauty wanted to give herself to him for free.

Lu Yan knitted his brows and continued to smoke. He did not reject her. After all, he had not had a woman for a very long time, and did not intend to remain celibate.

He should still be similar to how he was before – to have fun whenever he wanted to and not pine for things that did not belong to him, nor harbor hope for anything.

His relationship with women could simply be described in two words – barter trade.

“Sir, your body is really hard and hot.” The beauty could not help complimenting. Her voice was sultry and alluring.

Lu Yan puffed out another mouthful of smoke. He was still having a high fever, and thus his body was still hot. His muscles were very defined and were as hard as a rampart.

Women loved such a body.

He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and eyed the beauty. He smiled nonchalantly. “Are you clean? I don’t want to contract any illnesses.”

What nonsense was that?

The beauty blushed and looked at Lu Yan coquettishly. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to be sick either.”

“Ha.” Lu Yan gave a low laugh and his muscular chest heaved. He looked undeniably mesmerizing.

The beauty was already hypnotized by him. She undid the leather belt at the man’s muscular waist, then lowered her body…

An’an walked over. She was looking for that familiar figure.

She should not have seen it wrongly. Just now at the banquet hall, she had seen a familiar figure leave. It was him. It was Lu Yan.

It had to be.

But she was unable to find him anymore.

Where was he?

It was so dark here.

It was quiet all around. There was not even a street lamp, and it was extremely bare and desolate.

At this moment, she heard an unusual sound. An’an stopped in her tracks. There was someone here.

She looked in the direction where the sound was coming from. It was an isolated corner. A tall and muscular man was indolently leaning against the wall. His long fingers were holding a lighted cigarette, and a woman was bent in front of him…

An’an’s eyes narrowed suddenly. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

She thought about how he had pressed down her smooth shoulders and then her head so that she was bent before him when they were together in the room.

Now a woman was carrying out the act that he had forced her to do.

He actually…

An’an clenched her fists and her eyes immediately reddened. This jerk!

Lu Yan had high vigilance and alertness and he was easily aware when someone had come. There was someone!

His bloodshot eyes suddenly glanced sideways.

But he froze in an instant. It was… An’an.

An’an stood there alone and stared at him fixedly with her icy-cold eyes.

Lu Yan only moved after two seconds. He placed his hand, which was still holding onto the cigarette, on the Miaojiang beauty’s forehead and pushed her away. He dangled the cigarette on his dry lips, pulled up his zipper, and buckled his belt.

“Sir, what’s the matter? We haven’t finished yet.” The Miaojiang beauty pouted her mouth in displeasure.

Lu Yan did not say anything and he did not look at An’an either. He turned around to leave.

“Sir, why are you leaving?” The beauty did not want him to leave.

Lu Yan strode to his room. His handsome face was devoid of expression. Actually it was no big deal. When she was thirteen years old, she had seen him in bed with another woman. After that, he was slated to get married to a celebrity. He had locked her in the wardrobe and let her listen to him having sex with that celebrity.

He had actually forgotten that celebrity’s name already.

It had been so many years and he had been used to it. She should learn how to get used to it too.

He was not a good person in the first place.

Just then, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head. Someone had hit the back of his head vigorously with a handbag.