My Scheming Little Devil

If his men saw him now, they’d probably drop their jaws into the Pacific Ocean.

"I really want to capture your look right now and show it to Feiyu and the others, it’d be so much fun." She snickered with malice.

Third Young Master Jun’s face darkened as he humphed. He leaned his head lazily against the pillow and casually snorted, "If you dare to snap a photo, they’d have to be brave enough to look at it. Afterward, they can prepare to jump into the Pacific. This look is only for you."

Psh, she didn’t want to see his flamboyant, narcissistic demeanor, alright.

"Didn’t you say before that I owed you so and so many times, and that I should hurry up and repay you once I had the strength?" Third Young Master Jun’s eyes rippled teasingly as he licked his sensuous lips, "Now I’m letting you sleep with me for free, and you’re not seizing the opportunity."

Cough cough... Ye Lu almost choked. She’d only said that to annoy him back then and hadn’t expected him to bring it up.

"I’ve already stooped so low, and you still won’t come over obediently."

Ye Lu cleared her throat, her gaze shifting weirdly from his face down to his body.

She flashed a sly smile.

"Forget it, if by chance we go into battle and suddenly you run out of steam, and we have to sound the retreat, that would be terrible. It’s no big deal for me, but for a man, it’d be utterly embarrassing, right? Sweetie, just rest well. Don’t always have such wild thoughts, and stop thinking about unhealthy stuff!"

"You, you..." Third Young Master Jun was so angry he nearly spat blood, his usually sharp tongue unable to find the words after being rendered speechless by her.

Such comments from her were embarrassing enough to wound his male pride deeply. Uh-huh, he was genuinely hurt and couldn’t help but rub his chest.

But Ye Lu had already wickedly slipped out the door, closing it behind her with a mischievous chuckle.

"And one more piece of kindly advice, don’t masturbate! Too much of it is bad for your health!"

"Ye Lu—" he erupted in anger, his mane practically standing on end. That damned woman, she was going to kill him with frustration.

But soon, Ye Lu rolled right back, realizing she tragically had nowhere to sleep.

She thought about sleeping in the next room, but it was locked.

Then she asked the nurse for a bed, only to be told they were in short supply, all booked up.

Ye Lu was furious, she clearly saw many rooms with plenty of beds, so she angrily confronted the nurse. The nurse, without a blush or a skip of a heartbeat, said that all had been reserved by Third Young Master Jun. If she wanted to sleep, she had to ask him for a spot.

Damn it, damn it, smoke fuming from her head, she stood at the door, ready to engage in a long-distance battle of words with him. She didn’t dare get into close-quarters combat for fear he would ambush her with dirty tricks.

Just as she flung the door open in a rage, huh, where had he gone? Had he gone into the bathroom?

But the bathroom door was ajar.

The balcony door was wide open too, with the night wind howling in as if a storm was brewing.

It was pitch dark. Where had Third Young Master Jun run off to?

Ye Lu suddenly felt panicked, remembering how he had been ambushed in the villa, and hurried inside with a start.

No sooner had she rushed in than she was caught by a strong arm and forcefully pulled into a warm embrace, hearing his smug laughter reverberating through his broad chest.

"See, you still walked right into my trap and came back on your own."

"You tricked me," Ye Lu grumbled angrily.

"Heh heh, all’s fair in war. You said that, didn’t you? And didn’t you deceive my true feelings in the same way? I’m just returning the favor," Third Young Master Jun laughed heartily and unrestrainedly.

Then, without any hesitation, he pressed her onto the bed, his voice turning menacing, his eyes ablaze with flames.