Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

ot comprehend, he added, “Come here!”

These two words were said in a domineering tone.

An’an walked over and stood in front of him.
Almost hesitantly, she stretched her hand out to stroke his handsome face.

Was he… real?

But her hand stopped at his cheek and she did not dare to touch him further.

Big droplets of tears streamed down her face and she said in a choking voice, “I’ve often dreamed about this scene but in my dream, the moment I touch you, you disappear…

“I won’t dare to touch you anymore, I will only… look at you like this.
Ah Yan, don’t go, baby and I… can’t go on anymore…”

Her shoulders were trembling.
Lu Yan promptly stretched his calloused hand and grasped her icy-cold hand, before pulling her into his embrace.

He tightened his grip around this delicate figure, kissed her silky hair and took in her fragrance.
He berated in a low voice, “Little lass, your crying makes my heart ache.
What are you scared of? I’m back.
I won’t leave you again.
I missed you so much.”

An’an smiled amidst her tears.
It was Ah Yan.
It was really her Ah Yan.

His muscular chest was warm and he spoke in a low and deep voice like how he did in the past.

Nothing had changed.

An’an gradually extended her hands to embrace him and she smiled like a fool.
He was finally back.
How wonderful!

He rushed back home in the nick of time when she and baby could barely go on any longer.

…

In the third month of An’an’s pregnancy, Lu Yan returned from the military at night and prepared dinner.

An’an ate two bowls of rice and her stomach was rotund.
She laid on the sofa with her head on Lu Yan’s abdomen as he indolently leaned against the sofa and perused some military documents.

She touched the muscles at his torso.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Eight pectoral muscles.
Was it too much of a luxury for her to sleep on these eight pectoral muscles every night?

She raised her head and looked at the man.
He was focusing on his documents and he exuded the demeanor of a General.

He had not even removed his uniform and he merely rolled out his sleeves when he was cooking.

“Ah Yan, will I be fat like a ball if you continue to feed me like this?” she asked.

Lu Yan’s gaze shifted from his documents to her rosy face and then he squeezed her cheeks.
“You won’t.”

An’an’s heart leaped with joy.
He was so sweet.

At this moment, the man added, “Balls can roll but you don’t even know how to roll.”

“…”

What?

What did he say?

An’an looked up at him.
He had turned back to peruse his documents.

“Lu Yan, you’ve to make yourself clear.
Are you saying I’m fat?” She snatched the documents away and straddled his muscular thighs with her hands at her waist in a displeased manner.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
He took the documents and patted her bottom.
“No manners, get down.”

“I don’t want to!”

She would not get down!

Lu Yan eyed her figure.
She still had an exquisite hourglass figure, but her stomach was protruding a little and it looked adorable.
He looked up again.
Hm, it really was larger.

“You’re really not getting down?”

“I’m not!”

Bam! Lu Yan flung his documents and lifted her up by her waist.
He kicked open the room door and threw her onto the bed.

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