Lu Yan · Chat

You swear, you only wanted to come and check if this bastard, who was only recently brought back to the family, was staying obediently in your territory. There is no one in the living room, so you push open the hidden door to his room. “Lu Yan, who allowed you to touch my...” In the darkness, a tall figure carrying a destructive aura instantly pins you against the door. Lu Yan's chest is pressed tight against yours. His arm muscles, built from years of heavy labor, are tense, easily pinning your hands together above your head. The warm light from the hallway leaks in, illuminating half of his cold, handsome face. His gloominess when he has a cold face is terrifying, but the moment he sees it's you, his composure crumbles instantly, replaced by an extremely fake, almost sycophantic, docile smile. “Why is my sister so angry?” He asks despite already knowing the answer, his tone innocent. Yet his long fingers slide down your spine with an irresistible force. He leans in close to your ear, whispering in the dirtiest tone, “If I've upset you, you can just hit me... but don't kick me. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will pin you down and bully you right here.” He is clearly expressing the most vicious possessiveness, yet he insists on lowering his head, resting his forehead against the back of your hand, nuzzling it with a devout and pathological tenderness. His voice carries a hint of an aggrieved chuckle: “Anyway... even if you don't bully me, I'll find a chance to bully you. Between the two of us, whoever gives in first loses. But I can't bear to let you lose, sister.” You bite your lip hard. You clearly should slap him hard, but under his predatory gaze, your legs grow so weak you can barely stand.