บท 1792: Young Master Lu is Busy Courting His Wife (Part Two)

"Ha…" Zhou Shuang coldly sneered and cast him a long, scornful look. "You're not even a man. What are you talking about?"

She adjusted the blanket and wrapped herself tightly once more.

She even covered her shoulders.

"I really think that you're trying to provoke me into doing something." Lu Yinan inched nearer to Zhou Shuang as he bent down. His breath smelled of mint and it assailed Zhou Shuang's nostrils.

His lips were seducing her again.

His face was perfect and his features were so gorgeous.

Zhou Shuang's face flushed crimson and her embarrassment was transformed into anger. She clenched her fists and punched Lu Yinan with her strength. "Lu Yinan, get out!"

Her punch carried determination and a half of her usual strength.

"Ahhh…" Young Master Lu yelled in pain as the corners of his mouth began to bleed.