What a bad man with abhorrent character, does he take pleasure in making fun of others? It seems he’s usually quite bored, regards people as fools, and assus he’s a genius.
But after waiting for a while, there was no sound.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned around to see the man standing at the mini bar in the room, mixing drinks. The tall crystal glass was filled with a golden, translucent liquid. Several square ice cubes fell into the glass, making a clear sound. His slender, fair fingers around the crystal-clear glass hinted at an indescribable elegance, seemingly noble.
However, Ye Lu didn’t fail to think bitchily, this man loved to drink, and given that alcohol consumption was known to harm the body and an increasing number of young people were experiencing strokes—maybe she hoped he’d drink more and suffer the consequences sooner rather than later.
"What are you muttering about?" Third Young Master Jun asked curiously, his long fingers clutching a glass of wine as he sauntered over.
Ye Lu’s face turned dark. What the hell? Could he read minds? He actually saw through her cursing him. She had to control her expression better and not let him find out.
"I’m not, I don’t engage in such trivial matters."
"Do you want a drink?" she asked curiously.
Drink away, drink till you drop. Get drunk, and then I’ll tie you up, draw a big turtle on your face and a green hat on your body. In short, it’s ti for so revenge.
The Third Young Master’s eyes suddenly beca mysterious, his thin lips drew up into a smirk full of evil.
Stepping forward, he carefully swirled the drink in his hand, causing the golden liquid to ripple and reveal a shallow gold radiance.
"This drink isn’t for —it’s for you."
Ye Lu’s face turned dark. She didn’t drink alcohol, and he better not think about forcing her. But when she saw the look in his eyes, she felt that he wasn’t intending to offer her a drink. So what was he planning to do?
Ye Lu looked at him, confused.
What was this bastard planning to do to her with this drink?
As she thought about what happened the other night under the purple wisteria trellis, Ye Lu gasped, her eyes growing wide with horror.
No way, was this man with a sick sense of humor planning sothing?
Oh my God, he could just drop dead.
Without another thought, she sprang up and charged towards the door.
A gust of wind swept past, her ankle suddenly tightened, seized by the man’s powerful hand.
"You’re really disobedient, always restless." Third Young Master Jun’s deep voice was imbued with an undertone of nace, his words filled with warning.
His icy yet scorching touch seeped through her foot, causing Ye Lu’s heart to pound. It’s over, she thought. Without hesitation, she kicked out at him.
"Ha, you dared to attack , you truly aren’t scared of death!" He scoffed disdainfully, his strong and precise grip on her wrist swung her back to where she originally stood.
anwhile, the wine glass in his hand remained so steady that not a single drop fell out.
This ti Ye Lu was taken aback. This man must be trained, to have such exceptional agility and unanticipated strength.
Next, he yanked her towards him, one hand locked around her delicate neck, the other hand grasping her wrist. His muscular legs held down hers, suppressing her resistance.
All at once, Ye Lu found herself unable to move, her heart felt like it had frozen.
"You know, this Young Master is not a patient man. Do you want to die with your continued provocation?" His dangerously malicious voice resounded from behind her. His cold breath hit her face as it sent chilling shivers down her spine, leaving her completely motionless.
"Can’t you execute so decency?" Ye Lu growled, extrely annoyed.
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