Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 105: You’re Not Allowed to Mess with Him!

"You’re lying, I didn’t!" she protested angrily.

"Didn’t? Hmph, I knew you wouldn’t admit it."

Lu Jihan’s face moved closer to hers, "Did you not say you didn’t know Jinyan? But I’m not blind; I could see you knew each other before, and you still want to lie to me?"

Song Yinyin felt wronged.

Before Lu Jinyan came to the Lu Family Mansion, she really didn’t know Lu Jinyan was Lu Jihan’s nephew.

Besides, she only met Lu Jinyan once; it couldn’t even be considered knowing him!

"I only just met him before, when I ran into him at the mall. Before that, I had no idea who he was!"

Song Yinyin anxiously explained.

Her nape was gripped tightly, and his thin lips released, "Just met, and Jinyan already wants Dabai as his disciple? Who are you fooling!"

Song Yinyin rudely swatted away his hand, "I didn’t agree to it! That was just his wishful thinking!"

"Enough, no more explanations."

Lu Jihan’s face darkened a few degrees as he seized her fair wrist again: "I’m warning you, Jinyan is my nephew, you’re not allowed to have any devious thoughts about him."

"You’re sick!" Song Yinyin gritted her teeth and cursed, wondering if he suffered from delusional disorder or persecution mania!

Lu Jihan was also angry, suddenly yanked her wrist above her head: "What did you say?"

"Mr. Lu, I said you’re sick!" Song Yinyin fearlessly retorted.

His cold and handsome eyes narrowed instantly, and her fair wrist was pulled painfully.

Song Yinyin knew she spoke too bluntly, wounding his dignity.

She took a deep breath, striving for a calm tone, "I really regret agreeing to your proposal. Oh no, Mr. Lu, it seems I have to reconsider your proposal!"

The implication was that she changed her mind.

She no longer wanted to try a marriage with him...

Having said this, Song Yinyin no longer wanted to stay here, but Lu Jihan showed no sign of letting her go.

The next second, the man’s handsome face suddenly pressed down.

Song Yinyin was terrified, after two seconds of pause, she started to resist.

But Lu Jihan moved quickly, pinning her arms behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand.

He was very strong, and Song Yinyin’s wrists and arms hurt under his large hands; he truly didn’t know how to be gentle.

And rightly so, what would a man like him know about tenderness?

Song Yinyin was furious and began to struggle hard.

But Lu Jihan didn’t give her a chance to struggle.

His cold amber eyes revealed a mysterious look, his big hand suddenly slid down, as if ready to...

Song Yinyin, terrified, widened her distinctly black-and-white eyes, tears misting her eyes.

"Lu Jihan, what are you going to do?!"

He snorted coldly, raising his eyebrows slightly, with a mocking smile: "What do you think I’m going to do?"

"Uh... no..." Song Yinyin’s fear reached its peak.

Her resistance intensified, but Lu Jihan’s towering figure was like an iron wall, pinning her down, she couldn’t move at all.

Not only that, he bent down and seized her lips.

Song Yinyin couldn’t resist, she could only whimper, tears of shame and anger filling her eyes...

Finally, after a long time, he let her go.

Yet their foreheads still rested against each other, their breaths indistinguishable, you within me, me within you, ambiguous and tenderly delightful.

"Next time, if I see you laughing and chatting with other men, I won’t be so gentle."

With that, he finally backed away.

Song Yinyin’s legs could no longer support her, she slid to the floor, her clothes disheveled, looking utterly embarrassed.