Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle Chapter 205 - You're Asking Me Whether it Hurts?

Chapter 205: You’re Asking Me Whether it Hurts?

Fu Qinglun stretched out his arm and tugged at her dress, his intentions clear.

*No! *Lin s.h.i.+yu’s youthful face instantly went pale and at that moment, she let out a piercing scream, while scratching at his muscular arms like a wild cat. Two b.l.o.o.d.y lines of red welted up on his arms. With her eyes wide, even her usually clear voice had become irregular and shook. “Fu Qinglun, I will repeat myself for the last time. Don’t. Touch. Me!”

The blood coursing through Fu Qinglun’s veins pumped vigorously, his white hand landing on her beautiful face as he gave her a light slap. A wicked smile graced his perfect features. “Lin s.h.i.+yu, I’m your man. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting to take you.”

This b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

“Ha,” Lin s.h.i.+yu raised a corner of her red lips, she suddenly tiptoed and kissed his thin lips. “Fu Qinglun, how dare a weak-minded man who was done in a second behave so brazenly, who gave you the courage to do so?”

She opened her mouth and bit down on his brown lips.

She did it on purpose.

That mean thing!

Fu Qinglun cleared up his throat and sighed before holding down her waist.

…

Ten minutes later.

Behind the frosted gla.s.s door, the bathroom was filled with wasted feelings, Fu Qinglun’s bloodshot eyes seemed to be even more dispirited.

His entire face was dark, he straightened up and loosened the towel that was used to fasten her hands together.

Slap! Lin s.h.i.+yu lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Fu Qinglun was slapped on his face and right on the heels of that, she gave him another slap.

Catching her wrist in a tight grip, he held it mid-air, close to his body and gave her a penetrating stare in warning. “Every single slap that you give me, we’ll go another round. You can choose to slap me again, but we’ll have s.e.x once more.”

Lin s.h.i.+yu struggled to get out of his arms and she stood under the falling streams of water with an indifferent expression. Covering her chest with her slender arms, her voice was icy. “Get out, I’m going to take a shower.”

Fu Qinglun stood aside while he looked at her, his gaze was pitch dark and he seemingly ignored her.

Seeing that he wasn’t getting out, Lin s.h.i.+yu randomly grabbed an item and forcefully threw it at his face, it was a bottle of shower gel.

The bottle of shower gel fell helplessly on the ground with a loud bang. Fu Qinglun hadn’t dodged and it struck his forehead. Although he didn’t bleed, there was a large swollen patch on his forehead.

Still not speaking, Fu Qinglun wasn’t concerned with injury on his forehead, but merely gave her a stony glare with his bloodshot eyes. The atmosphere in the bathroom became deadly silent as they stood opposite each other without saying a word. A gentle hiss of water continued to spray out from the shower head, the only semblance of movement and noise in the bathroom.

“Fu Qinglun, I’m not letting you off on this!”

Fu Qinglun gave her a dark gaze and his lips formed an indifferent arch. “Lin s.h.i.+yu, you’d better get a clear sense over your own ident.i.ty. You are my wife, Mrs Fu. I’m respecting you by having s.e.x with you.”

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Fu Qinglun’s black pupils constantly contracted, his muscular arm made it in time to hold on to her narrow waist, “Lin s.h.i.+yu, what’s the matter with you?”

Lin s.h.i.+yu frowned and grit her teeth, while enduring the pain between her legs. “I’ve been stabbed by someone.”

“…”

Fu Qinglun used a towel to wipe away the water on her body, before carrying her into the room.

…

He placed her on the bed gently and found a clean black s.h.i.+rt to cover her body. Her fair body was now filled with marks, there were red patches between her legs and he supported himself beside her with his hands, while looking at her. In a gentle tone, he asked, “Does it hurt?”

Lin s.h.i.+yu lay on her side and buried her tiny face in the pillow. She didn’t reply.

Seeing the lack of response, Fu Qinglun was somewhat annoyed. “I’m going to ask you again. Does it hurt. Say something.”

Lin s.h.i.+yu kicked him and retorted angrily, “Are you a f*cking idiot? I’m in so much pain no thanks to you, and you’re still asking me whether it hurts?”