My Scheming Little Devil

When men are driven by desire in such matters, they completely lose their rationality.

Moreover, her bone-deep romantic words just now had moved him beyond self-control, unable to express his love verbally, he was even more eager to release it through actions, the intense love in his heart uncontainable.

He playfully bit her bad, causing her eyebrows to furrow and emitting a painful yet coquettish cry.

"Why did you bite me? Are you a dog?" she scolded, glaring at him, her face flushed pink like cherry blossoms, her eyes shimmering like autumn waves, incredibly enticing.

"Then I’ll let you bite back," he said with a low, charming chuckle, his eyes misty as if drunk, gazing at her endlessly as if numerous hooks were tugging at her wildly beating heart.

"I’m not biting you, I’m not a dog," Ye Lu retorted with a fierce glance, her enticing eyes hard to ignore.

It was as if his heart was tickled by a feather, making Third Young Master Jun unable to grasp it, itching unbearably, wanting only to bite her and swallow that tender flesh bit by bit.

"Lu, you’re tempting me," he immediately complained with an innocent yet wicked smile.

Ye Lu glared, wondering who was really tempting whom.

His flirtatious expression, his face practically screaming ’Baby, come throw yourself at me, do as you please’, those seductive, devilish eyes were more enchanting than any fairy, exuding a wild charm.

He was like a proud peacock, exuberantly expressing his masculine allure.

Emitting a kind of strong suggestive signal.

Ye Lu was at a loss for words, looking down at his shoulder, finally calming a bit, embarrassedly clearing her throat.

"You’ve just started feeling better today, do you really have the strength? Maybe don’t push it, it would be troublesome if your wound really opened up."

She didn’t want a blood-splattered bed, and she cared more for his physical health, afraid that his wound would worsen.

Although she had also been moved just now, she felt it was still necessary to suppress those feelings, there were many days ahead, and one night wouldn’t make a difference.

Third Young Master Jun was gritting his teeth, staring at her, it wasn’t appropriate to kill the mood like that, always bringing up the least opportune subjects, brutally attacking his male pride.

Especially that line, do you really have the strength?

Did she know what she was saying? Damn it, it was contempt, an insult, a mockery at his capability.

"You’re mocking me," he said, his eyes dangerously steely, his teeth gritted with a chill.

"How am I?" she truly felt innocent; she was just considering his physical and mental health.

"Yes, you did, you said I didn’t have the strength," he accused her strongly, looking very aggrieved.

"..." She was at a loss for words, she meant no disrespect, and moreover, she really thought he didn’t have the strength, wasn’t that normal?

Injured people, of course, lacked strength.

His pride was incredibly fragile, but to comfort this wounded, aggrieved man, she still spoke up.

"Then I apologize, does that settle it?"

"No," Third Young Master Jun immediately responded, then stared at her seriously, expressing earnestly, "I need to prove your view wrong through actions."

With that, he lowered his head, began to deftly unbutton her clothing.

Ye Lu’s face turned pale; did he have to be so persistent? She hastily waved her hands, forcing a pleasing smile.

"Maybe not, okay, I admit you’re very ’strong and brave’."

His eyes brightened, and he grinned wickedly, his gaze intensely fixed on her.