Li Peiyu braced herself and carried the plate upstairs.
Upon reaching the study door, Li Peiyu coughed to attract Lu Yuzhi's attention, then said irritably, "Want to eat? If not, I'll take it away."
Lu Yuzhi slightly raised his eyelids and asked, "Did you fry this?"
Li Peiyu rolled her eyes and replied, "Am I crazy to fry that stuff? It was Aunt Li who fry it."
"Put it down." Lu Yuzhi's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm.
Li Peiyu had no choice but to walk to the table and put the steak down.
"You eat it," Lu Yuzhi said calmly.
Li Peiyu refused, saying "No."
"Why are you giving me such a sour face first thing in the morning?" Lu Yuzhi's stern face showed a slight frown.
“I didn’t,” Li Peiyu forced a fake smile.
Lu Yuzhi found it awkward to look at and said with disdain, "Your smile is uglier than your crying." Then he pulled Li Peiyu over and pressed her into his chair.
"Listen to me, eat your steak." His voice was deep and magnetic.
"don't want."
"You're giving me that sour look because I didn't satisfy you?" Lu Yuzhi slowly moved closer to Li Peiyu, leaning down to face her.
Li Peiyu's body trembled. How shameless!
"If you don't eat, I'll consider finding another way to feed you."
Even more shameless. How could someone with such an innocent, aloof, and sophisticated face utter such vulgar and obscene words?
Li Peiyu frowned slightly upon hearing Lu Yuzhi's lewd words, not daring to continue arguing with him. She opened her cherry-like mouth and took a big bite of a steak.
Lu Yuzhi picked up the knife and fork with his long, strong hands, and with elegant and skillful movements, carefully cut the steak into even small pieces.
A gentle voice sounded in my ear again: "Eat slowly, like a little kitten."
Li Peiyu tried to calm herself down; this damned bass voice was so seductive.
Then, Lu Yuzhi casually picked up his water glass and slowly handed it to Li Peiyu.
Li Peiyu dared not accept the answer.
That's Lu Yuzhi's water glass; drinking from it is like an indirect kiss.
"I'm done eating, goodbye." Li Peiyu quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and was about to get up to leave this place that made her feel uneasy, but was once again pressed down by Lu Yuzhi's strong hand.
Lu Yuzhi turned his chair around, his tall figure facing Li Peiyu directly. He then stretched out his right hand, his index finger and thumb gently pinching Li Peiyu's fair and delicate chin. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He said in a somewhat lazy voice, "Your mouth is all oily, you little glutton."
As he spoke, he picked up a clean white tissue and carefully wiped the oil stains from the corner of her mouth, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a precious work of art.
Li Peiyu's body trembled slightly; he was clearly flirting with her on purpose.
Lu Yuzhi's hand, which was holding Li Peiyu's chin, seemed particularly fond of the delicate touch of her skin, and he was reluctant to let go.
His eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, were fixed on Li Peiyu, a glint of unfathomable light in them. With a hint of allure and ambiguity, he softly asked, "Do you miss me?"
Upon hearing this, Li Peiyu replied without hesitation, "I don't want to."
Lu Yu released his grip on her chin, but the next moment, he brazenly lifted her skirt and quickly reached inside.
A moment later, he withdrew his hand, pulled out a tissue, and wiped it clean. A mischievous smile played on his lips, a hint of smugness in it. "So you don't want to?"
Li Peiyu immediately felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, all the way to her ears.
Li Peiyu angrily cursed, "You filthy scoundrel!"
As she spoke, she stood up and used all her strength to push aside Lu Yuzhi, who was blocking her way. But Lu Yuzhi pressed her down on the desk with a little force, trapping her beneath him, his left hand restraining both her wrists. His long, slender thighs pressed against hers, and the warm, burning sensation immediately came through.
Li Peiyu felt like she was going to collapse.
Lu Yuzhi's breathing became disordered, and he said in a deep, low voice, "If you don't want hooligans to touch you, then don't hang around in front of them."
"Let me go." Li Peiyu tried her best to break free, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and her struggles were useless.
"Are my hands prettier, or Liu Yidao's?" Lu Yuzhi slowly extended his right hand, elegantly displaying it to Li Peiyu. His long, strong fingers were slightly curved, extremely beautiful.
"Don't touch other men's hands, I'm so jealous."
Then Lu Yuzhi's kiss pressed down, wantonly stealing her breath.
Lu Yuzhi seemed to be extremely satisfied and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Lu Yu's breathing was heavy as he said, "Give it to me."
"No," Li Peiyu's voice trembled slightly. He had just spent a wonderful night with Su Wenqing last night, and now he was clinging to her again this morning. Was he a dog?
A kiss filled her breath again. He teased her until she wanted it.
Lu Yuzhi's mere touch of his tongue was enough to send shivers down her spine.
She said no, but her body disobeyed him, being teased and aroused by his pleasure.
Just at the very last step.
The clear, rhythmic footsteps echoed in the stairwell; someone was coming up the stairs.
"Someone's coming," Li Peiyu said softly.
However, Lu Yuzhi showed no sign of stopping what he was doing.
"Please, please don't." Li Peiyu's voice was filled with helplessness and pleading, her eyes brimming with panic and fear. It would be too embarrassing if her classmates downstairs saw her like this.
The footsteps grew closer, and Lu Yuzhi had no choice but to stop.
His tone carried a hint of threat, yet also a touch of ambiguity, as he whispered in her ear, "If you dare to show your face to that scoundrel again, don't blame him for making you cry." With that, Lu Yuzhi slowly released her hand.
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