Chapter 2 The Face He Hated

  Lin Yueer walked over and picked up her phone, opening it to find a message: "Chuan, why didn't you tell her?"

  Is this sent to Gu Wangchuan?

  Looking down at her phone, Lin Yue'er bit her lip in annoyance at the latest chapter of "Legendary Guardian".

  She and Gu Wangchuan used the same model of mobile phone, even the color was the same. This was still during their wedding, when Old Man Gu had someone specially customize them, saying bluntly that not using them would be unfilial! So, if they weren't careful, they would easily get them mixed up.

  Lin Yueer quietly put her phone back in its original place before he noticed anything.

  Suddenly, a cold voice emerged from behind, "Who allowed you to move my things?"

  She sighed inwardly, thinking that she was unlucky. Lin Yue'er took two deep breaths in a row, calming herself down before turning around. Lowering her eyelids, she said softly, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Next time I'll be more careful."

  She glanced up and swept her gaze over the handsome young man standing in front of her, quickly avoiding eye contact.

  The man had just bathed, emitting a faint scent of mint. The water on his hair dripped down to the high-pile rug underfoot. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and water droplets still clung to his upper body, slowly trickling down his wheat-colored skin.

  His body proportions are perfect, and his unintentional abs can be seen between his abdomen, making people blush and heartbeat. His whole body exudes an extremely aggressive aura.

  His slightly cold face was covered with a thin layer of frost.

  Especially when facing her, this chilling coldness is even more severe.

  Staring at the woman in front of her, still as calm water, it's hard to find any extra emotions on her face. Whether she was wrong or he was wrong, it has always been this indifferent expression!

  He hated this face, it can be said that he was extremely hateful.

  A slight curl of the lip, a smile on his face, full of sarcasm.

  He didn't speak, and Lin Yue'er was also unwilling to say more. She nodded slightly, "It's late, go to bed early, goodnight." His disgust was so obvious, how could she not see it? So, she decided not to provoke this moody tyrant anymore.

  She had just taken a step forward when Gu Wangchuan suddenly grasped her wrist, the pain from that place causing her to furrow her brow.

  "From now on, don't touch my things again." He warned her word by word, pinching her slender wrist, exerting force, as if he was about to twist it off.

  Although her wrist hurt, she still gave him a reassuring smile, "I know."

  Facing him, she mostly obeyed, neither arguing nor debating.

  With her pale face, Gu Wangchuan's proud self-control was easily stirred up, with a kind of desire to conquer that was itching to move.

  Feeling the familiar invasive aura from him, Lin Yue'er's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to withdraw her hand without leaving any marks. However, he gripped even tighter, his other hand pinning her neck, directly pushing her against the wall opposite them. Lin Yue'er winced in pain as her back pressed against a patch of coldness.

  He sneered at her, closing in on her, his fingers wandering over her smooth skin, savoring her tremble.

  This gives him a great sense of accomplishment.

  Lin Yue'er's eyes remained downcast, her face calm to the extreme, but her hands hanging at her sides clenched involuntarily.

  His fingers, ambiguously brushed across her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips...

  He swept over her feigned calm expression, snorted, and slid his hand down, picking up the buttons of her shirt, one by one, opening them.

  Lin Yue'er's body trembled and she raised her hand to push him away. "Gu Wangchuan, what are you doing!"