Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the eyes of the world, the male eagle spread its wings and soared in the sky, but this girl had tattooed it onto her delicate, fair skin.

It was as if someone had tossed a small stone onto his calm and imperturbable heart. Ripples formed in Lu Yan's heart and he gradually raised his coarse finger to repeatedly stroke the eagle.

An'an raked her fair hand through his wet, short hair and placed her lotus-like little lips onto his forehead. She kissed his forehead passionately and her kisses trailed down to his eyes. "Ah Yan, this will be your home in the future. I'll give you a home."

Home.

Lu Yan heard this unfamiliar word and closed his eyes gently. Home? Where was his home, anyway?

An'an kissed his thin lips and gently stuck out her little tongue to tease him. "Ah Yan, I turned eighteen years old today."

I turned eighteen years old today.

Lu Yan's throat bobbed and his blood boiled. She had grown up. She was already eighteen years old.

She was only five years old when he brought her back home. He had raised her until she was eighteen years old.

"Ah Yan, please don't get engaged to Wang Yingying. I'll give my eighteen-year-old self to you, in place of your engagement banquet, okay?" An'an said meekly. She was methodically attacking the defenses of his heart.

Lu Yan's brown eyes were bloodshot. He could not withstand the temptation any longer. She was seducing him intentionally.

His handsome body leaned backwards into the sofa indolently and with a hint of depravity. His strong arm was placed on the back of the sofa and he closed his eyes. His entire body felt terrible.

"An'an, you are eighteen years old, but I'm thirty five years old…" His voice was hot and hoarse, as though it had been raked through hot coal.

An'an kissed his thin lips. "Ah Yan, I have leukemia. I'm not sure how much longer I can live. Who knows, I may die tomorrow or maybe in a month, or a year. Let's just enjoy the present and not think of the future. You like women, don't you? I am a woman too."

Enjoy the present. Could he think so simply?

Lu Yan stretched out his large palms and held her slender waist. He was able to put his palms together, while encircling her waist. Her waist was indeed tender and supple.

He furrowed his good-looking brows and kissed her male eagle…

…

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by Wang Yingying's voice. "Have you all seen Master Yan?"

"Master Yan is inside this room. He has not come out yet," the servant responded.

"Understood."

Wang Yingying placed her hand on the doorknob. She was about to open the door, when she realized the door had been locked from inside.

She had a bad premonition, because she realized that An'an was also missing.

She had always felt that the relationship between An'an and Lu Yan was bizarre. She had seen how An'an had chased after Lu Yan's car and the way that Lu Yan looked at An'an was also different.

If a man were to treat a woman differently, it could be discerned, first and foremost, from the way he looked at her.

Lu Yan was missing. An'an was also missing. She felt that something was amiss.

And now, the door was also locked from inside. Wang Yingying stiffened and abruptly knocked on the door. "Master Yan, are you inside? What are you doing? Why did you have to lock the door from inside? Is there someone else in the room?"

Wang Yingying's voice came through the door. Lu Yan's body became rigid. An'an was lying on the sofa and her white muslin dress had been swept up by him and was hanging loosely in a messy fashion. The girl's beautiful and pale face flushed, her lips swollen from their fervent kisses.

It was as though a tub of icy cold water had drenched him from head to toe. Lu Yan instantly became sober. What was he doing?

He abruptly got off from the girl's body.

But An'an leaped at him in the next second. Her fair hands hugged his neck tightly, her long eyelashes fluttered and her eyes reddened. She sniffed and looked at him. "Ah Yan, I'm in pain."

Lu Yan picked up the towel on the carpet and wrapped it around his muscular waist. He licked his dry lips and said hoarsely. "It's ok, we did not…"

"You are lying. You did. You hurt me."

Lu Yan's breathing was rapid. His eyes were bloodshot.

At this point, Wang Yingying's voice came through the door again. "Master Yan, is there a woman in your room? Have you forgotten your promise to me? Our engagement banquet is today."

"Ah Yan," An'an hugged him tightly, fearing that he would open the door for Wang Yingying. "Please don't get engaged. I am already your woman."

I am already your woman…

He would not get engaged.

This engagement banquet had to be canceled.

He had wanted to heed Uncle Jin's advice. It was true that he was getting older, that he should find someone suitable to start a family. He could then forget An'an.

But now he realized that it was impossible. He could not forget her. Wherever and whenever she appeared, his gaze would always follow her closely.

He could not withstand her temptation.

If that was the case, he would not get married. Wang Yingying was a good woman and he did not want to hurt her.

However, he would not be with An'an either.

He was merely caught in the throes of passion just now. This was the first time in so many years that he was muddle-headed. But now, he had become sober.

It was better for him to remain single.

Remaining single throughout his whole life was not too bad.

He stretched out his coarse, large palm and helped her straighten her clothes. He tried his best to avoid looking at her and to forget what had happened just now. "An'an, listen to me. We did not do anything. You are not my woman. Just now… I'm sorry. Please forget about it."

Although she was daring, she was still ignorant about such matters. She thought that she had succeeded, but actually she had not. He had only touched her a little.

An'an did not understand his explanation, but she could comprehend what he was implying. The blush on her face had swiftly disappeared, leaving a shade of white. She looked at him and asked in a shaky voice, "Ah Yan, you do… not want me again?"

Lu Yan's throat bobbed and he could not even discern his own low, hoarse voice. He did not know what to say and merely reiterated. "An'an, go back to your elder brother. Start a new life. Forget me."

Forget me…

An'an fluttered her long eyelashes and punched his good-looking shoulder forcefully with her fist. Big droplets of tears streamed down her face. She stared at him tearfully. "Jerk… you big jerk…"

Lu Yan allowed her to pummel him. He did not retaliate.

An'an punched and kicked him. She shouted at him, "What is this? Lu Yan, I'm already your woman… You have raped me! You despicable man. You only like to have affairs. You only like a woman's body…"

Lu Yan was unable to give her a proper explanation. She was still too young.

An'an continued to hit and scolded him, then suddenly hugged Lu Yan. Her entire delicate body stuck to his muscular body like an octopus. "Ah Yan, I want to be with you. I'm not going anywhere. If you do not want me anymore, I will… commit suicide!"

Lu Yan stiffened.

"That way, everyone will know that you have raped me. Everyone will deem you as a beast. They will think that you have driven me to my death. Hmph, I will not make things easy for you!"