The President is Being Shameless Again

She was so nervous that she stopped breathing and retreated instinctively, but she was blocked by the sofa. He was the one who was supposed to be sick but she was the one who did not have the energy to push him away.

“We’ve hugged, we’ve kissed, and we’ve done it more than once. You’ve even seen my ‘little brother’. And we don’t know each other well?” Yan Beicheng sneered a little, his lips curled up in a laugh.

“…” Lin Chu took a moment to react to who his ‘little brother’ was.

This man… who knew he had implicit moments…

“Those familiar with me have never hugged or kissed me and have definitely not seen my ‘little brother’,” Yan Beicheng moved closer. Lin Chu was so nervous, she tried to tilt her head to the back and did not dare to move.

His lips were too near and his breath was warmer than usual due to his fever. All she needed was to move slightly and she would brush against his lips. Lin Chu wanted to refute him but did not dare to shake her head.

Yan Beicheng’s lips curled up with a look of lust, his breath was hotter on her lips because of his fever. Hoarsely, he said, “You say we don’t know each other well enough. Then, how we do get to know each other better? Or…”

Yan Beicheng released one hand and placed his perfect fingers onto his belt buckle. He gave it a light touch and Lin Chu heard the sound of a ‘click’. His belt was released.

Lin Chu widened her eyes and her lips trembled as she said, “Master Yan, you can’t be such a hooligan!”

“Yan Beicheng.” Yan Beicheng pouted.

Lin Chu, “…”

“Call me Yan Beicheng, not Master Yan.”

Lin Chu, “…”

“Are you calling me or not?” Yan Beicheng pulled down his belt a little and one could already see his little black boxers.

Hooligan!

It was the first time she has seen someone threatened this way!

If she did not listen to him, he will take off his pants. What is wrong with him?!

“Yan Beicheng!” Lin Chu did not dare to watch and closed her eyes and called out his name reluctantly.

“Good girl,” Yan Beicheng’s voice was still hoarse and flat from his fever but there was now an inkling of laughter in it.

Lin Chu eyes were still closed and felt a gentle warmth on her lips. He did not plan to leave her lips anytime soon and even placed more pressure on it, opening up her mouth and getting through her teeth.

Lin Chu’s eyes opened in shock. Yan Beicheng’s face was nearly sticking to her face. Lin Chu could not see his features clearly; she could only see his half-opened eyes. It was dark and deep.

Lin Chu was stunned. She could almost feel herself being sucked into it, but she came to and roughly pushed him away.

It could be because he was sick. It just took a moment for Yan Beicheng to be pushed away. Lin Chu stood up quickly and immediately placed herself in a distance away from Yan Beicheng. Her lips were still burning as if it was just roasted on a fire.

She stammered, “I’m going to wash the dishes!”

She ran to the front of his bedside table and purposely moved in a bigger circle to avoid Yan Beicheng. Lin Chu picked up the tray and walked out but as she wanted to make a turn outside the door, there was a ‘bang’. She had hit the doorframe while her head was lowered.

Lin Chu, “…”

Yan Beicheng was stunned momentarily but he tried to hold in his laugh as he walked over to ask, “Are you hurt? Why didn’t you look where you are going?”