Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Xuan Ying sat by the bedside, pressing his palm against his chest. Seeing his pain, Xia Ling hesitated for a while before she walked over. “Undo your buttons.”

The corners of Xuan Ying’s lips unconsciously twitched, he undid the button that he had just buttoned up. Then his black silk shirt just slid down, revealing half of his muscular chest.

Holding down her breath, Xia Ling lowered her lashes, looking at his broad shoulders and straight spine. He was seated, spreading his legs casually as he exuded an inexplicable charm.

She looked at him, there was a deep scar on his chest. Even though it was already fully healed, it was still a gruesome sight. She could only imagine how deep the knife had lacerated him.

“Come closer,” said Xuan Ying.

Xia Ling’s delicate skin flushed red, she was some distance away from him. There wasn’t anything obstructing them, but with his legs spread open, how was she supposed to go over?

“Come here.”

Xuan Ying grabbed her wrist, giving it a tug.

Caught off guard, Xia Ling fell into his arms.

“Ah!”

In order to stabilize herself, she just grabbed anything in her surroundings. She grasped his shirt with one hand and the other was on his muscular shoulder.

“Be careful.”

Xuan Ying stretched his hand out, grasping her slim waist. She had a feminine figure, he felt as though her svelte waist would break if he just used a bit more strength.

Xuan Ying could instantly feel his throat getting dry.

Springing up in an instant, Xia Ling stood up straight, instantly loosening her grip. Her hands started feeling burning hot.

“I’ll help you apply the medicine.”

Twisting open the cap, she picked up some product with her fingertip and started applying it on his wound. She just wanted to quickly get the job done and leave this place.

This man was dangerous and she subconsciously wanted to distance herself from him.

Xuan Ying could smell the sweet fragrance coming from her, it smelled like dessert, making him want to have a bite of her before just swallowing her whole.

His chest heaved and blood rushed to his head.

Those dark, inky eyes of his were bloodshot and with his Adam’s apple bobbing, he closed his legs and she was now caught between his thighs.

“What are you doing?” Xia Ling was stunned.

Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, looking at her and he pursed his lips. With a low voice, he warned, “Don’t touch me there.”

Where?

Xia Ling finally realized that she had touched him there, the shade of red spread from her face to her ears and flamed up even more.

“I-I didn’t do it on purpose,” she stammered, trying to explain herself and her lustrous eyes shifted around.

It made Xuan Ying want to tease her even more. “You can do it on purpose.”

He… allowed her to do it on purpose?

Xia Ling’s heart palpitated, looking at him in a daze. She could sense that he treated her differently.

He seemed to… like her a lot. If not, he wouldn’t say such suggestive words and flirt with her so many times. But why? She didn’t even know him.

“I really didn’t do it on purpose. I’m not… that kind of woman. I came here to work, please… don’t misunderstand me. Let go of me first! Please!” She tried to push him away.

But Xuan Ying didn’t budge, keeping her between his thighs. When he felt her struggles, his voice turned even more hoarse. “Stop moving.”

“Ah!”

Xia Ling lost her footing and fell backward.

Grabbing at her waist, the two of them fell onto the bed. Xia Ling was on top while he was underneath.

Just like that, her lips landed on his cheek.

They both froze.

Now that she had kissed him, they both went silent.

The atmosphere in the room instantly heated up. Something was supposed to happen on such a night.

Xia Ling’s pupils dilated, she was completely caught off guard, she never intended to kiss him at all! A scene suddenly popped up in her mind.

In a room, on a soft bed. A beautiful woman lay on the pink lace pillows. A man towered above her, the muscles all over his rippling with strength. Slowly, the man bent down, kissing the woman’s lips, feeding his tongue inside her mouth…

Xia Ling could see their faces clearly, the man was Xuan Ying, while the woman was… herself!

W-What was this?! Her heart thumped wildly, lashes fluttering and she tried to snap out of it.

Why would she even appear in that scene? She was with a stranger… doing such intimate things.

Xia Ling’s face turned completely red, she quickly pushed him away, using all limbs to climb away from him. She had no idea what she touched in the midst of it, but the man moaned.

He moaned.

It sounded like he was in pain, yet enjoyed it, it was a sexy sound.

No. She had to get out of here! Xia Ling didn’t even spare a moment to think and fled from the room.

…

She had left.

Xuan Ying lay on the bed, panting heavily. She had left behind her fragrance on his body and all over the bed.

He couldn’t hold it in any longer, his hand moved downwards to unbuckle his belt.

…

A few minutes later.

Xuan Ying threw a few wads of crumpled tissue paper into the bin and got up. He put on his pants and wore his shirt. With his wispy fringe covering his eyes, he seemed completely wasted.

Opening the room door, he stepped outside.

As he was going down the stairs, he spotted the lithe figure in the living room. She was talking to his mother.

“Madam, I don’t think I’m suitable for this job. I won’t be coming to work from tomorrow onwards,” she said.

Concubine Yu was stunned. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing.”

She wasn’t going to come tomorrow?

Hearing her, Xuan Ying quickly rushed down the stairs, even tripping over a bin in the process.

Bang! The bin rolled and made a huge bang, alarming the two people in the living room. Concubine Yu and Xia Ling’s gazes riveted onto him.

“…”

It was a moment of incredible awkwardness for Xuan Ying. But he cleared his throat, pretending nothing happened as he walked over to pour a glass of water.

“Young Master, why did you rush, be careful,” Auntie Su reminded him as she picked up the bin.

“…”

Xuan Ying wanted Auntie Su to shut up!

When Concubine Yu looked at her son, it was not hard to figure everything out. Her son must have taken advantage of Xia Ling when they were in the room together.

“Xiaoling, why do you suddenly want to quit? You can talk to me.”

Biting her lip, Xia Ling sneaked a glance at Xuan Ying’s back view. “Thank you, Madam, but I’ll just leave.” Not wanting to spend any longer in the house, Xia Ling took her black overcoat with her and left.

She had gone already?

She had really left?

Turning around, Xuan Ying could only see her step out of the door. Suddenly, Concubine Yu threw a string of mala beads onto his head as she scolded him.

“You brat! You’re going to be the death of me one day!”