Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Xiao Han’s sharp claws pierced into General Yue’s chest and the man’s eyes glazed over from the intense pain. He broke out in cold sweat and gave a pitiful wail. “Argh!”

At this point, Jun Xiqing got up slowly and went over to General Yue’s side. “General Yue, how are you feeling?”

This demoness! General Yue looked at Jun Xiqing with a pale face. She gazed down at him from high above, her red lips tinged with a smile as she exuded the aura of an Empress. One could not help but feel like worshiping her.

“Jun… Jun Xiqing. Call your wolf off. I am… a General of Country C. If you hurt me, my ruler will never let you off!”

Jun Xiqing looked at General Yue. “I have already sent someone to contact your ruler, to tell him that you spiked my drink and brought me to this room in order to rape me. I have asked your ruler how he is going to deal with this matter.

“It seems that your ruler is a very smart man. As you said, how could he allow just one person to affect the bilateral relations between two countries? As a result, your ruler has already handed you over to me, to allow me to deal with you as I please.”

“…”

By now, General Yue had totally forgotten to breathe. This had been all part of her plan. She had purposely come to this bar to seduce him and was just waiting for him to spike her drink!

With this evidence in hand, she had taken the opportunity to force the president of Country C into a corner. Faced with his actions, his ruler would have no choice but to abandon him.

She had used herself as bait and brought him down in one decisive move.

General Yue never expected that this pretty little thing could have such terrifying methods.

At this moment, Xiao Han withdrew his sharp claws. It appeared very attracted to his brightly-colored underwear. Woof woof!

Xiao Han was happily playing with his underwear.

“J… President Jun.” General Yue was trembling and drenched in a cold sweat, as he could feel the wolf’s claws digging into his private parts. He didn’t want to cry out loud and could only plead softly. “Quickly please… call off your Xiao Han… I admit I was in the wrong. I have learned my lesson. President Jun, please have mercy on me…”

Jun Xiqing stared at General Yue coldly. “Have mercy on you? Have you ever thought of having mercy on those innocent girls whom you tarnished? Xiao Han, castrate him, then send him to the military court.”

With that, Jun Xiqing turned and left.

Soon after, General Yue’s desperate shrieking could be heard from behind as Xiao Han’s claws pierced into his nether region.

…

After the deed was done, Jun Xiqing led Xiao Han along the corridor and passers-by all stared at it. “Wah, what a beautiful little dog.”

Xiao Han happily lifted its two front paws and walked behind Jun Xiqing, wriggling its butt affectionately. It even gave two proud barks.

“So adorable.” The passers-by just felt like rushing up to hug Xiao Han.

This mutt! Jun Xiqing was nearly rolling her eyes. This Xiao Han just loved to pretend to be a dog. Those people would probably die of fright if they knew it was a little wolf king.

Her face felt warm.

Jun Xiqing lifted her hands to stroke her own cheeks. Perhaps she was a bit drunk.

In order to dispel any doubts that General Yue might have, she really did down that entire glass of cocktail. Her blood was special and the medicine had no effect on her, but the alcohol did and now she was drunk.

Hmm, she needed to go to the toilet.

So Jun Xiqing ended up at the entrance of the toilet and pushed the door to enter. When Xiao Han stopped and looked up at the word on the door: Gents.

What did it mean?

Woof woof.

Xiao Han glanced at the door and then at Jun Xiqing, who had already entered.

…

The male toilet.

Jun Xiqing entered with the intention of peeing when she suddenly saw an elegant figure right in front of her.

Eh, why was this figure so familiar?

She walked over and gazed tipsily at the man’s refined facial features before moving her eyes downwards. Reaching out one delicate hand, she tried to grab onto something.

Lu Yeming ducked. His almond-shaped eyes landed on her exquisite face, which was flushed red from drunkenness. Her eyes were glazed over and she was clearly drunk.

“Take back your hand!” He commanded in a low voice.

It was a simple phrase but full of forbidding authority.

Jun Xiqing recognized him. Lu Yeming!

She drew back her hand regretfully as she pouted in annoyance. “Why are you always hovering around me? Lu Yeming, I hate you!”

Lu Yeming glanced at her before pulling up his pants zipper with his slender fingers. He then turned and headed over to the sink to wash his hands.

He was obviously ignoring her!

Jun Xiqing could clearly feel his disdain and was very angry. “Do you think you’re all that? You just have a moldy mushroom, that’s all!”

Moldy… mushroom…?

Lu Yeming lifted his eyes and looked at her through the mirror reflection.

Jun Xiqing reached out her hands to lift her skirt, meaning to squat down and pee. But on second thought, she felt something was wrong. He had urinated standing up.

She started to feel around for the zipper of her skirt, in order to unzip it and pull down her skirt.

At this moment, a large, well-defined hand reached over and held her slender wrist. “What are you doing?”

Jun Xiqing glanced up and came face to face with that man’s pitch-black eyes. His calm eyes were like two deep abysses. Anyone looking into them would be inadvertently sucked inwards.

“Let go. You’re hurting me.” She tried to pull her wrist away.

And still, Lu Yeming refused to loosen his grip.

Jun Xiqing harrumphed. Her voice went several pitches higher with rage. “I want to take off my skirt and pee standing up! Why are you stopping me!”

“…”

Jun Xiqing suddenly felt like something was not quite right. She glanced at herself. “Where’s my mushroom? Why is it gone? Did someone steal it?”

She looked up at the man’s handsome features. “I know, you must have stolen it. Return my mushroom to me!”

“…”

Lu Yeming let go of her. “You’re drunk.”

With that, he turned and left.

“You’re not allowed to leave!”

Jun Xiqing gave chase and pounced on to him. She hugged his strong waist tightly, refusing to let him go.

Lu Yeming stiffened.

With Jun Xiqing’s hot little face plastered against his straight back, he could feel the warmth emanating from her. Her long, lush lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. “Don’t think that you are so great just because you have a large mushroom. Your mushroom is mine. Give it back to me!”

She was behaving like a little girl who had her beloved toy stolen. Coquettish and willful.

Lu Yeming drew down his brows into a straight line. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He said in a raspy and provocative voice, “Jun Xiqing, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to seduce me?”

Her every move and every word was dripping with ambiguity. He was a 26-year-old man at the peak of his youth and vigor. She was a woman he used to like, and the very first woman he ever had. His blood surged at any hint of seduction on her part.

Did she have any idea what she was doing?