My Scheming Little Devil

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he smiled wickedly, his gaze burning into her: "Just how ’strong’ and ’powerful’ do you think I am? Tell me, which time made you feel I was both brave and forceful?"

Ye Lu’s face flushed red instantly, as her mind subconsciously wandered to some colorful nights.

To say she felt nothing when she was with him would be a lie.

Even though she’d never admit it out loud, her reactions and shyness at the time made him laugh with satisfaction, greatly pleasing his macho ego.

"I don’t want to talk to you." At that moment, she bit her red lip fiercely, glaring at him with a mix of shame and anger. How could she speak of such things? He was so shameless.

Third Young Master Jun, seeing her reaction, smiled even more devilishly and wildly.

"Don’t remember?" he whispered close to her ear.

She hummed and hawed in response, clearly embarrassed and annoyed. Please, spare her and move past this humiliating topic.

"It seems a review is in order," he teased with a mischievous flair, drawing closer, his hot breath showering her snow-white neck, causing her skin to shiver and blush with shades of pink.

His hand slowly grazed the goosebumps rising on her skin.

"I graduated a long time ago." She spoke with a surly tone. What bullshit about being a student; who didn’t know what this was all about?

"Wrong, my dear, you’re far from passing in this regard..." Third Young Master Jun’s pale, boney fingers lightly tickled her cute nose, his eyes shimmering with allure, his laugh tempting.

"So tonight, I will reluctantly sacrifice my teacher’s resting time to give you a thorough lesson. I am the teacher, you are the student, and if you dare to disobey, be prepared for a severe ’disciplinary action.’"

His words sounded utterly serious; anyone overhearing might assume he was a very caring teacher, selflessly devoted to his students.

But in Ye Lu’s ears, they carried the heaviest, most seductive undertones, like the brightest, thickest strokes of ink suddenly bursting forth onto white canvas, staining it with vivid and breathtaking colors.

Every sentence he uttered was charged with suggestive innuendo, making one’s heart race and cheeks flush.

She felt her face, now burning hot, as if it was about to emit smoke.

The pink hue spread from her cheeks to her earlobes, then to the roots of her ears, gliding along her smooth, slender neck, flushing her skin with a tide of warmth.

"I’m not your student." Her eyes flashed with mock anger and rebuke, her cherry lips slightly biting down.

Her entire delicate face, bashful yet charming, seemed like a peach blossom quivering in the spring breeze, so tender and soft, lightly shedding its petals of pink, which fell upon the lake of his heart, utterly captivating him with her seductive charm.

He wanted to pluck this blossom from its branch, to taste its sweet nectar on his lips.

"In this matter, you are my student, forever. Don’t forget who taught you these things for the first time, who has always led you into this blush-colored world."

His deep voice, rough and hearty as if laced with the night demon’s rasp, held a tone of pride.

His finger slid to her lips, wantonly tracing the delicate lines, causing the lips beneath his touch to swell and bloom with an irresistible allure.