Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 910: A Rough Kiss

An’an was here, and she had caught the bouquet!

Tang Mo’er pushed Gu Mohan away roughly and ran over happily. “An’an, congratulations! That means the next person to get married will be you!”

Get married?

An’an lowered her lashes and smelled the flowers. The delicate and beautiful flowers were extremely fragrant.

“Little sister-in-law, don’t joke around with me.”

“An’an, I’m not joking. Look at how many handsome young men have their eyes on you!” Tang Mo’er said as she pressed her hands against her mouth to suppress her laughter.

An’an lifted her eyes lightly and looked around. She quickly froze as she spotted a tall figure. But just as fast, the tall figure vanished around the corner.

Was she seeing things?

That figure really looked like Lu Yan.

She hadn’t seen Lu Yan in a really long time. When they bade goodbye to each other the last time at Champagne Residence, she had received his call, and it seemed as though he already… had a son…

“An’an, what’re you spacing out for? Didn’t you rush back? You haven’t even changed your clothes yet. The dinner banquet is about to start. I’ll give you a dress, go upstairs to change.”

…

In the room.

An’an changed into the long dress, but couldn’t zip herself up. At this moment, with a soft bang, the door suddenly opened, and someone came in.

A tall figure stood beside the door, it was Lu Yan.

Lu Yan stopped in his tracks. Butler Ye had arranged for this room to be his, but he never expected to see An’an here.

He grabbed the door handle tight. He had seen her on the lawn just now, but hadn’t taken a closer look.

Now she stood at the curtains wearing a long halter dress. The top was translucent chiffon, revealing a hint of her lace tube top, which was both sexy and alluring. The dress was cinched in at the middle, emphasizing her petite waist. On her feet were two crystal stilettos. She was as beautiful as a freshly-bloomed rose.

Lu Yan stood rooted to the ground, staring at her for a long time.

“Little sister-in-law, is that you? Come help me pull up my zipper.”

Lu Yan paused. Tang Mo’er wasn’t here. It seemed like she had mistaken him for Tang Mo’er. He released his grip on the handle and entered the room. He walked up to her back.

Her pale hands were behind her trying to zip the dress up, but the zipper was stuck halfway up the dress.

Lu Yan’s eyes darkened. She had her back to him now. He gazed at her slender back, at her beautiful bones on both sides and the smooth indent that ran right down the middle. Her was a back that looked as though it had been delicately painted by an artist, and it made one tempted to kiss it.

He raised his hands to help her zip her dress.

His rough hands accidentally brushed against her tender skin. An’an’s eyelashes quivered and she immediately turned wary. That was not Little sister-in-law.

It was a man!

An’an turned around suddenly, her pale hands reaching out and grabbing onto someone’s throat.

Lu Yan froze. He reached out with his large hands and grabbed her delicate wrist swiftly and harshly.

In a split second, they were staring at each other.

An’an’s cold eyes shrunk. She hadn’t been seeing things just now. It really was him, it was Lu Yan. Today was Lu Jinwen’s wedding. Lu Jinwen was his father and brother, so of course he would be here.

“It’s you?” An’an quickly withdrew her hand. “You… didn’t see anything just now right?” She took a few steps back and smoothed down her dress.

Lu Yan look at her retreating figure and frowned. He said in a low voice, “No.”

An’an paused, then lifted her eyes to look at him. “Is there something wrong with your eyes?”

Lu Yan was puzzled.

“How could you not have seen anything if my zipper was down just now?” An’an retorted.

His rough touch still lingered on her skin, prickly and numb, like a slow fire burning. Lu Yan frowned. He gazed up and down at her, then stepped closer.

An’an already had her back to the wall, and as he closed in, she quickly took a step back, only for her delicate back to bump straight into the wall.

Lu Yan’s hand smashed onto the wall beside her with a bang, as he pinned her between the wall and his strong chest domineeringly. He said unhappily, “Which part of your body have I not seen? You’ve become so calculating now. Why didn’t you say anything when you were sleeping with me a few days ago?”

An’an remained silent.

He bent down and his face filled her vision.

He was in a black T-shirt and blue jeans. His thin T-shirt was plastered on his hard muscles, so sculpted it made one want to lick them.

Three years ago he was a huge magnate in the Capital and was usually in a business suit, pretending to be refined. Now his clothes were a lot more casual. This T-shirt actually suited him more. It made him look young and cool, wild and uninhibited.

An’an could smell the scent of masculinity emanating from him. It smelled so good.

At this moment Lu Yan reached out and grasped her chin with two fingers. His gaze shifted down to her lips and he asked huskily, “Why aren’t you saying something?”

“I…”

Her red lips were sealed as Lu Yan kissed her.

Mmmh!

An’an’s lashes quivered. Her pale hands dug into his back, but his back was as hard as steel, and she couldn’t dig her fingers in.

He slowly rubbed his lips against hers, then pushed her teeth apart and stuck his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

He raised his eyebrows and kissed her passionately.

He had already kissed her a few times in the past, and his kissing skills were only becoming more skilled.

An’an’s mind drifted away. She was suddenly reminded of many things, from three years ago.

Her anemia had acted up, and she had almost died in the hospital. He had abandoned her then.

Did he love her?

She didn’t know the answer.

She was saved by him when she was six years old, but she felt as though she never understood him. He hid his true personality deep within himself, and she had never seen the real him before.

Because of this, she felt as though he was extremely far away from her. She had always tried her best to reach out and catch him, but always failed to do so.

He never gave her a sense of security or trust, not even… a word of promise.

These three years, she had lived like a dead woman.

He had never come looking for her.

He had always been drifting away and hesitating, rejecting her, pushing her away.

She was beginning to tire of this.

An’an’s pale hands slid over his strong chest, and she pushed him away.

Breaking away from her soft lips, Lu Yan quickly opened his eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot and honest, with a tinge of hurt. “What’s wrong? You don’t seem happy to see me.”

An’an raised her eyes and met his brown ones. “I was drunk that day. Don’t take it too seriously.”

Lu Yan froze, and his brown eyes sharpened . “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, it was a one-night stand, or whatever you want to call it.”