Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Was he angry?

Feng Lingxue promptly walked ahead and stood in front of him.

The other people in the room left.

Xuan Ying looked at the woman in front of him and his brows knitted deeply. He commanded in a deep voice, “Straighten my clothes.”

Almost immediately, Feng Lingxue stretched her hand out and straightened the belt around his waist. It was the first time she had seen him in this uniform. He looked extremely handsome and attractive, like the most eye-catching star in the sky.

She stroked his muscular and trim waist. Xuan Ying’s eyes darkened and promptly grasped her wrist. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

He asked her to straighten his clothes and she stroked his waist instead. Didn’t she know that it was a sensitive area for men and it could not be touched?

Feng Lingxue met his dark eyes, which were already flaming with desire. She was more than familiar with this look.

“Master, where is my stone?” she asked.

Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips in displeasure. “You’re only here to look for that damn stone?”

“It’s not a damn stone,” Feng Lingxue retorted.

Xuan Ying’s face instantly darkened at his retort. He flung her hand away forcefully and walked away.

He was furious.

He did not want to talk to her anymore.

If he left, she would never be able to get her stone back. Collecting herself, Feng Lingxue ran ahead and wrapped her slender arms around his muscular torso, hugging him from behind.

Xuan Ying stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at her arms, which encircled his waist, and he did not move an inch.

Feng Lingxue released him, stood in front of him, and tip-toed to kiss his eyes. His eyes were very pretty, just like shimmering glass. They resembled Mu Mu’s eyes.

Mu Mu had a pair of bright eyes that resembled glass too. She wrapped her hands around his neck. Her soft lips trailed across his eye, then the other eye. Her kiss was laced with sincere love and longing.

Xuan Ying froze immediately, as he had never imagined that she would tip-toe to kiss his eyes. The muscles beneath his black uniform were bulked up and his throat bobbed. This felt even better than him dominating over her.

He liked it when she was obedient, tender and loving.

He liked that… she loved him.

Feng Lingxue’s lips left his eyes and trailed down gently to his lips. Her kiss was merely a peck on his lips and she gazed at him with those captivating eyes of hers.

“Do you feel it’s dirty that I kissed you?”

Both their breaths were entwined and her delicate scent wafted to his nose. His eyes shifted down to her red lips. And then Feng Lingxue hugged his neck and kissed his thin lips again.

This time, she was really kissing him. She opened her mouth and used the tip of her tongue to trace the outline of his sexy lips. As she was kissing him, her eyes were opened. She wanted to see his reaction and she was fearful that he would feel repulsed.

But he did not reject her nor show any disgusted expression. His black eyes gradually turned bloodshot and filled with passion.

Feng Lingxue’s tongue hit his clenched teeth.

Almost instantly, Xuan Ying suddenly grasped her svelte waist and pulled her into his embrace. He opened his mouth and captured her agile little tongue.

As both of them kissed, Xuan Ying carried her and both of them moved backwards, knocking into the vanity table. On top of the vanity table was his black uniform epaulet, the highest honor of an army officer.

Barely sparing it a glance, he swept the epaulet onto the floor before lifting her up onto the table.