Good Morning, Mister Dragon!

Su Qianxun was truly frightened to death. She kept begging the man on top of her and hugged herself tightly with her slim arms, but the man easily grabbed her arms and pressed them on top of her head. She could not move an inch.

Long Sijue furrowed his eyebrows when he saw how frightened she was. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. He shut the window on the partition between the cab and the passenger compartment the moment he penetrated her…

Ye Gu who was sitting at the passenger seat gazed forward, his eyes cold. He tightened his grip on the dagger that he had carried with him for years, and blood dripped down along the gaps between his fingers…

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Su Qianxun woke up in her room in Jin Garden. She did not see Long Sijue for one week after that.

Aunt Qi served her meals on time thrice a day and would sometimes talk to her for a little while. She was “imprisoned” by that man again.

On the eighth day, at dawn, Aunt Qi had a bright smile on her face as she walked into Su Qianxun’s room to deliver her breakfast.

Su Qianxun asked, a little curious. “Aunt Qi, is there any good news?”

“There’s indeed good news. The young master is back.”

Su Qianxun’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the news. She stared at Aunt Qi in a daze.

“Is that so? Where… where is he now?” Su Qianxun asked rather nervously.

“He’s at the top floor with Doctor Zi Fan.”

“Doctor Zi Fan?”

“Yes, she is the young master’s personal doctor, and is in charge of his health.”

Su Qianxun did not say anything.

Su Qianxun could not register whatever Aunt Qi was saying after that anymore. All she could think about was the terrifying man.

Honestly, Su Qianxun was still afraid of him, especially when it came to s*x. He was way too aggressive, and she really could not take it. She felt extremely tortured each time he f*cked her.

“Young Mistress Su, are you listening to me?”

Aunt Qi’s voice stopped her train of thought. Su Qianxun raised her head. “Huh?”

Aunt Qi was rendered speechless.

She felt like all her words had gone to waste.

Su Qianxun was distraught ever since she knew that Long Sijue was back. She was afraid of seeing him and wanted to see him at the same time. These two contradicting emotions were driving her crazy.

She rose in a panic the moment someone opened the door, and when she saw that the person who walked in was not Long Sijue, she was relieved and disappointed at the same time.

“Young Mistress Su, how are you? I’m here to retrieve some clothes for the young master.” Zi Fan’s attitude was neither haughty nor humble. She walked straight into the room and left after taking a set of Long Sijue’s clothes.

Su Qianxun immediately plopped down onto the sofa the moment the door was closed. She bit her lower lip, and it could be seen from the expression on her beautiful small face that she was obviously in a dilemma.

Su Qianxun did not see Long Sijue even until at night. She was a little impatient, and wanted to go out and take a look.

When Su Qianxun opened the door, she thought that she would be stopped by bodyguards. But this time, there was not a single soul outside the door.

She thought that she was mistaken. After she made sure that the bodyguards who were supposed to keep her inside the room had really left, she quickly exited the room.

Long Sijue was resting in the study room. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the cautious footsteps that were approaching his room. He stared at the door with his deep eyes and saw that the little thing was craning her head to look inside the study room.

Su Qianxun did not expect that Long Sijue would notice her the moment she craned her head inside. She hesitated for a while and walked into the room.

“Young master, do you want something to drink? I’ll get it for you.” Su Qianxun stood by the door and looked obediently at Long Sijue.

Long Sijue fixed his gaze on the young woman. Her small, beautiful face was framed by her black, curly hair which was as thick as seaweed, and her extremely fair skin formed a strong contrast with her black hair. She practically looked like a fairy.

Zi Fan walked into the room with a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hand. She walked past Su Qianxun and went towards Long Sijue’s desk. She put the cup of coffee in front of Long Sijue. “Young master, your coffee.”