Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1238 - Jealousy (2)

Chapter 1238: Jealousy (2)

Lu Yeming suddenly stretched his arm out, grasping her slim wrist, tugging it to pull her into the bathroom.

Jun Xiqing staggered, being pulled along and she almost tripped. “Lu Yeming, let go of me. F*ck you, why are you being crazy?”

Bam! Lu Yeming kicked open the bathroom door forcibly. Standing in front of the bathroom counter, he forced her to stay in his arms, switching on the tap to wash her wrist personally.

He repeatedly washed the area Murong Ling had just touched, rubbing so hard that her delicate skin had turned all red.

The entire time, Jun Xiqing resisted, but she was held in place by him, she just couldn’t do anything. In contrast, he lowered his head, focusing on washing her wrist, calm and collected.

“Lu Yeming, you jerk!” she lashed out at him.

After switching off the tap, Lu Yeming lifted his head and he looked at her through the mirror, the corners of his lips kicked up into a sardonic smile. “Don’t you dare move. If not, I’ll f*ck you here.”

“...”

This pervert!

Jun Xiqing’s face flushed red as she was furious, she squirmed in indignation. At the same time, Lu Yeming took out his hand from his pocket, supporting himself with both arms beside her on the bathroom counter. “It seems like you’re pretty excited for it to happen.”

He furrowed his brows, kissing her hair.

Though Jun Xiqing was furious, she didn’t dare move anymore. They were in a really intimate position now.

Though he didn’t really have any expression on his face, his entire aura was still dark and dangerous, giving one the chills even without doing anything.

She wasn’t going to challenge him. She knew he was really going to do it if she didn’t obey him. They had already done it and he no longer bothered to hide his desires.

“West Duke, are you angry? But why are you angry?” She tried to calm herself down first.

Lu Yeming continued kissing her hair, his lips moving to her cheek. “What are you insinuating? That I’m jealous?”

“Clearly.”

Lu Yeming turned her around, now she faced him.

Picking up her jaw, he leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. “Qingqing, you’re already mine. I will never share my woman with another person, it’s rather dirty.

“I do value my relationship with Ruge, but since I’ve slept with you, I’ll treat you well too. I can’t give you any love and you shouldn’t think about it at all, but other than that, I’ll try my best to satisfy you... So, Qingqing, you must be good.”

Amidst the chaos, she touched something.

It was the pendant around his neck, My Love.

Her lashes fluttered, instinctively stretching her hand out to grab the pendant. But she hadn’t managed to succeed, the man grabbed her hand, pinning it on the bed. Though his eyes were somewhat bloodshot, but his desires hadn’t consumed him, he was still clear-headed.

“Let me warn you once more, this is not something you can touch, hm?”

Jun Xiqing looked at him. “Something you cherish dearly might not be cherished by someone else. I can’t touch your stuff but what makes it fine for you to just touch me?”

“Ha.” Lu Yeming let out a chuckle and he straightened his back, unbuckling the belt around his waist. “Since you’re not going to be good, why don’t we try some... bondage?”

He was going to tie her up with his belt?

What a pervert!

Jun Xiqing wanted to move, but there were some knocks upon the door. A gentle voice could be heard from outside. “West Duke.”

Someone had come.

It was a woman.

And that voice sounded really familiar. The weight above her disappeared, Lu Yeming had gotten off her.

While she was completely disheveled but his entire countenance remained immaculate. He snapped back to being that dignified West Duke once he got off the bed.

As soon as he opened the room door, he stepped out and was gone.

...

He had left.

Jun Xiqing quickly sat up, thankfully, she had escaped this. She was going to find a way to leave, no matter what.

If she was forced to spend another moment with him, she was going to go insane.

Huh? Who was outside?

Jun Xiqing walked over the window, pulling open the blinds. In a pavilion not too far away, Lu Yeming stood there and a stunning beauty stood beside him. When Jun Xiqing saw the stunning beauty’s face, her pupils instantly contracted.

Sister Mo’er!

The stunning beauty bore a great resemblance to Tang Mo’er.