Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

him from head to toe.

“I’m your first woman.
If you gave me your first kiss, then it’s possible that you’d fallen in love with me.
90% of men out there will never forget their first woman, especially the one that they slept with.
Mr Fu, would you agree?”

Fu Qinglun became angrier.
His voice was sarcastic as he replied back, “What the heirs of reputable families learn is not only limited to professional knowledge and skills for the business and society.
Once they reach 18, a virgin is arranged to give them special treatment.
So, Mrs Fu, you’re not my first love, nor are you the one I gave my first kiss to.
Where did you get this sense of superiority from, hmm?”

Lin Shiyu raised her beautiful eyebrow.
It was true, she had momentarily forgotten the unwritten rule.
This allowed the heirs of reputable families to have a taste of the opposite gender in their early days, lest they get led on by the other sex in the future.

Does that mean he wasn’t a virgin during our wedding night?

“My sense of superiority was given by you, Mr Fu.
You really belong to a different species of man.
You’ve been receiving special treatment for so many years, yet you still get so excited each time you get to touch another woman?”

“…”

She brought up the incident of him lasting seconds again.
It seemed it was something he would never live down.

“Mrs Fu, do you know the consequences of triggering men like me? I’ll let you see how long I can last tonight.”

Pinning her down, his body ground itself onto her as Fu Qinglun pinned her down with his muscular thighs.
His hands were steady and focused as he unbuckled his belt.

At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded on Fu Qinglun’s phone.

Lin Shiyu’s innocent face became instantly impassive.
When he unbuckled his belt, he had carelessly thrown his phone on the bed.
She turned around and saw the three words flashing on his screenーLu Qi’er.

“Oh? Not answering Lu Qi’er’s phone call?”

Fu Qinglun’s facial expression did not change.
He lifted up Lin Shiyu’s dress with one hand while he answered the call using his other.
The voice answering the phone was deep and hoarse, carrying no emotion, “Qi’er, what is it?”