My Scheming Little Devil

His fingers slid to her lips, wantonly rubbing against her delicate lip line, making her lips underneath swell into an even redder and more entrancingly lush pout.

Ye Lu felt a slight pain on her lips due to his actions, coupled with a strange longing.

She couldn’t help but glare at him, forced to admit, this man was truly gifted in certain ways—the best at ensnaring and stirring a woman’s senses.

But she couldn’t stand his smug demeanor.

"Hmph, I’ll always be a student, which just proves you’re a bad teacher, so there’s no need to teach anymore, I quit you as a teacher."

She provocatively tilted her little face up, mischief gleaming in her eyes, then twisted her body and slipped under his long arms, escaping far away from his grasp. ThirdYoung Master Jun reached out to catch her but she slid off the bed and retreated far away, triumphantly lifting her chin, her laughter growing more intolerable.

"And then... I’ll find a new male teacher who knows how to teach."

Third Young Master’s breath grew ragged, his deep, dark eyes radiating an intense air of danger, spreading over his handsome, flushed face.

He almost savagely glared at her, grinding words between clenched teeth, and spoke with grudging frustration,

"You dare replace me with another man and try it?"

Ye Lu laughed even more joyously, her head tilted teasingly, her expression innocent:

"Who’s to blame when you don’t teach well? I need to experience another’s methods for comparison, to judge the good and bad. Otherwise, having only one man for the rest of my life, wouldn’t I be at a loss? I wouldn’t even know if you’re any good."

"Lu’er—" he roared in a fit of jealous fury, his eyes almost sparking with flames from her infuriating words, his chest heaving with sour jealousy.

Grinding his teeth, he wished he could drag this wildly vexing woman over, spank her hard, silence her troublesome mouth with a forceful kiss, and forbid her from spouting nonsense.

Although he wanted to do just that, the vexing woman was too far away, prepared to slip away any moment, leaving him to endure the endless night alone.

What kind of wife talks sweetly and passionately, stoking a great fire in someone, nearly driving him to self-combustion,

Then thinks to escape, igniting the play, neglecting to extinguish the fire—so despicable.

If being tough doesn’t work, he’ll have to play it soft.

Instantly, he changed his approach, leaning lazily against the bed, his long, mysterious phoenix eyes narrowed, and with a light lift of his lips, he beckoned her over seductively.

"I want a drink of water, come here."

"Not a chance, don’t think about tricking me." Ye Lu crossed her arms and turned her face away, playing the scoundrel—she wasn’t foolish. He looked ready to devour her, and she wouldn’t just deliver herself to him to be manipulated at his will.

Though her name was Lu, like a deer, she wasn’t naive; she saw through the nature of this big bad wolf.

Furthermore, cough cough cough... she thought abashedly, this was for his own good; he was injured like this, yet acting so recklessly. What if he loses his, you know, fortune in the future? The topic was really...

"Lu’er, you despise me, you don’t care about me anymore..." His voice suddenly took on a pitiful tone, those normally wicked and overflowing phoenix eyes now brimming with a poor, abandoned puppy-dog look, glaring at her with utmost sorrow.

Ye Lu’s heart trembled—not out of fear, but from sheer astonishment.

Usually, such a tough, forceful, and unscrupulous man, always getting what he wants, acting on his every whim, regardless of others’ will. But now, here he was, displaying an ingratiating, beseeching expression.

If his subordinates were to see this, they might drop their jaws straight into the Pacific Ocean.