Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

She continued sobbing while scolding him, calling him a jerk. Lu Yan felt as though his heart was clenched by someone forcefully, it hurt to even breath.

He turned his body, pressing An’an underneath him and kissed her lips.

An’an bit down on the corner of his mouth angrily.

Hiss.

Lu Yan humphed, this little thing even learned to bite him now.

A faint metallic scent of blood filled their breaths, Lu Yan’s eyes were bloodshot and he reached down, unbuckling his belt…

“Lu Yan… ah!” An’an screamed out of shock but the thought of all the people asleep outside had her shut up. She quickly bit down on her lower lip so that she wouldn’t make any sound.

Lu Yan furrowed his brows, he combed the fringe covering her forward and called her name with a husky voice, “An’an…”

“Jerk, go and find another woman!” An’an glared at him, her eyes both red.

“There won’t be any other woman, An’an, be good.” He continued to coax her.

There won’t be any other woman…

An’an sniffled, she wasn’t convinced. He was lying to her for sure, he was trying to coax her into doing it with him.

She tried to push him away with the greatest amount of force she could gather. There were so many people together with them in the run-down temple, her older brother and little sister-in-law were both outside, what if someone were to witness him pressing her down and taking advantage of her?

He was shameless but she still knew what shame was.

“Lu Yan, hurry up and let go of me before I start screaming for help! If my brother were to see you treating me like that, he’d definitely beat you to a pulp!” She hissed in a soft voice.

Lu Yan leaned forward, sealing her lips with a kiss. He sounded satisfied as he replied, “My injuries aren’t completely healed yet, can you really bear to let your brother beat me up?”

An’an tugged on his knit sweater with her slim fingers. She couldn’t bear to, of course she definitely wouldn’t bear to.

What a jerk! He was taking advantage of her love for him.

“An’an, let me have you for awhile, it’s going to be fine as long as you don’t make any sounds, hm?”

“…”

What did he take her for?

A mere tool to satisfy his sexual desires?

Did he love her?

An’an really wanted to hear him say that he loved her. She’d probably never have the chance to hear him say it if he didn’t now.

But it was probably destined for her to never be able to hear those words from his lips.

Tears dewed her lashes and she appeared so pitiful. Lu Yan bent over and kissed away the tears on her face. “An’an, don’t cry. The more you cry, the longer I’ll last.”

In the morning, everyone had woken up.

An’an sat up, she put on her dress and buttoned all the way up so as to cover the hickeys on her fair skin.

“An’an,” Tang Mo’er walked over, “What exactly happened yesterday night, did you… sleep with Master Yan again?”

An’an’s face flushed red, just like a rose petal that bloomed in the morning. She appeared youthful, yet seductive and charming at the same time. She murmured, “Mm.”

Tang Mo’er squatted down, wanting to help fold the blankets on the ground. “These two men are despicable…”

“Little sister-in-law!” An’an instantly shouted and snatched away the blanket from Tang Mo’er’s hands. “I’ll fold it by myself.”

Tang Mo’er looked at An’an and she was puzzled. An’an’s ears were already red, she appeared to be a little guilty.

Tang Mo’er instantly figured everything out.

Noticing her little sister-in-law’s gaze, An’an wished that she could just find a hole and hide herself in there forever. Lu Yan had lasted a long time yesterday night, the temple was run-down and they didn’t have any amenities like a towel or something else. The blanket was filthy.

If her little sister-in-law were to see the stain on the blanket, it would be utterly embarrassing.

An’an folder the blanket together rapidly and Tang Mo’er then asked softly, “An’an, did Master Yan use protection?”

An’an was stunned. He hadn’t.

“An’an, I know I’m not in the position to meddle in your relationship matters. I’m aware of your feelings for Master Yan, but then, you must never get pregnant with your current physical condition. You must learn to protect yourself.” Tang Mo’er held onto An’an’s hand.

An’an looked at Tang Mo’er and nodded obediently. “I know, next time I’ll…”

An’an suddenly stopped. She wanted to just bite her tongue away, what was she saying, what ‘next time’?

Steady footsteps could be heard, an imposing figure entered their line of vision.

It was Lu Yan.

An’an lifted her eyes to glance at Lu Yan. He was still sporting that same V-neck sweater with heavy boots. His muscles were defined and was exuding a strong masculinity.

Lu Yan appeared to be extra refreshed and in a good mood, he glanced at her blushing red face and the blanket she was holding onto, and his gaze became somewhat steamy.

An’an instantly lowered her head, she was extremely shy.

Stretching his legs out, Lu Yan walked in front, taking the blanket away from her and he walked out of the room.

He didn’t say a word, but An’an’s face was entirely red. Her mind was already filled with the scenes of him doing indecent things to her.

This man was so bad.

She suddenly heard something.

Sigh!

An’an lifted her eyes and looked at Tang Mo’er, only to see Tang Mo’er folding her arms and looking at her with a suggestive gaze. “An’an, I’ve been forced to watch someone feed me some dog food so early in the morning1.”

“…”

They suddenly heard a huge commotion outside. Meng Lu had arrived with his underlings.

Outside, Meng Lu had arrived and they were on opposite fronts.

Meng Lu glared at Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan angrily. “You should pay for your crimes! My son has been murdered because of you all. Do you think you can leave Miaojiang like this?”

Gu Mohan looked at Meng Lu and smirked. This Meng Lu was seriously stupid. “High Priest, have you ever heard of an idiom?”

“What?”

“To lure the tiger from its domain in the mountains,” Gu Mohan said.

Meng Lu was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Jun Mosheng walked in front. “High Priest, you’ve brought all of your underlings over to chase after us after Young Master Meng’s death. Isn’t the altar unguarded now?”

Jun Mosheng then placed his arms behind his back and looked in the direction of the altar. “The altar is probably under Lu Jinwen’s control now.”

“Lu Jinwen?” Meng Lu shook his head. “How is that possible? I already chased Lu Jinwen out of Miaojiang.”

Gu Mohan let out a soft chuckle. “You’ll have to investigate the people around you. Lu Jinwen is extremely crafty and he’ll be able to find all ways just to achieve his aims. There’s no dead end for him.”

Meng Lu took a moment to think about their words.

Bam! Suddenly there was a loud sound coming from the direction of the altar.

Everyone lifted their eyes to see, the altar shaking tremendously and it seemed like it was going to collapse any moment.

“Ah!” someone screamed, “Oh god, bad news! The altar is going to collapse, the altar is going to collapse!”

The altar had a symbolic significance to the people of Miaojiang. Now the altar seemed like it was really going to collapse, everyone was horrified and panicking.