Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Second Brother was stunned. Zhou Yu’s words were... not interested in any of them?

The few girls who danced were already the most beautiful. They were also good girls with clean backgrounds. They even had feelings for him, but this person was rather dull.

Second Brother lowered his head and looked at Zhou Yu, who was half-lying on the Tiger Chair. He was holding a wine glass and was casually indulging himself. Occasionally, his handsome eyes would lift up, and it was indescribably dull.

What should he do?

Third brother was a smart person. He patted Xuan Yingluo’s shoulder and laughed loudly. “Little Four, today is Big Brother’s 30th birthday. Why Don’t you go up and dance for Big Brother?”

Xuan Yingluo was now disguised as a man. She was a fake boy, but third brother actually wanted her to go up and dance?

Xuan Yingluo glanced at third brother. Third brother blinked crazily, looking pleased and excited.

Xuan Yingluo felt helpless in her heart, but there was also a faint warmth flowing through her. She had come under orders and was different from the people here in the end. However, her second brother, third brother, and... Zhou Yu treated her very well. They usually joked around and treated her as a friend, they were also family.

All the guests present turned their gazes to Xuan Yingluo. Their boss usually brought little four by his side and never left him. Compared to strong men like them, this little four was really feminine, everyone looked at Xuan Yingluo’s lips. They were red and moist. They were even better looking than these dancing and lipstick-wearing girls.

Soon, someone laughed, “Master four, since the boss usually treats you so well, it shows that you must be extraordinary. I see that many men sing and dance without women. Master Four, can you show us your skills too? That way, we’ll know how you managed to bewitch the boss. hahahaha.”

These were all Zhou Yu’s subordinates. After drinking some wine, there were quite a few rumors about Zhou Yu and little four. So now, everyone went on stage with red necks and ordered Xuan Yingluo to watch the show by themselves.

Xuan Yingluo raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Yu, who was sitting in the main seat. Zhou Yu’s posture did not change, but his ink-stained eyes were also looking at him.

Everyone teased him, but he did not help her out.

If it was any other time, he would have scolded everyone. When he brought her back, he knew that she had a cold personality and did not like to socialize with others.

Now, Zhou Yu was looking at her with a wine glass in his hand. The corner of his beautiful lips curved into a shallow arc. He was a handsome man of 30 years old, a lone wolf from the north. He had reached his current high position and held great power. He could be said to be quite charming.

If it were any other time, he would indeed help her out. However, the last conversation between the two of them was interrupted because of her leaving in a bad mood. When everyone asked her to dance, his ink-black eyes were filled with some playfulness and banter.

The image of her soft shoulders and the feeling of the dragon’s muscular arm around her soft waist appeared in his mind again. Zhou Yu’s heart moved. His ink-black eyes moved down from her small face and landed on her small face again, after sizing her up for a while, he became a little... indecent. The dancing girls’faces were red and their hearts were beating. They were almost mesmerized by such a bewitching man. However, from Xuan Yingluo’s point of view, there was only one word -- ruffian.

Xuan Yingluo’s small face was indifferent. Only her clear and limpid eyes were shining. She stood up and said, “Big Brother, today is your 30th birthday. How about I dance for You?”

Zhou Yu was teasing her, but he did not expect her to really agree. He lifted his thin lips and became interested. “You know how to Dance?”The source of this ᴄontent ɪs ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Who Was Xuan Yingluo’s mother? Xia Ling.

Back then, when Xia Ling danced, there were thousands of people in the streets. Xuan Yingluo had been taught to dance by her mother since she was young. Her flexible waist was easy to break, and she could easily choose any type of dance.

When Xuan Yingluo grew to 18 years old, Xia Ling had a proud look on her face. She praised, “Yingluo’s dance is enough to charm all the good men in the world.”

Xuan Yingluo smiled without saying anything. Although she was a woman, she didn’t care about that.

Now that she said she wanted to dance, she naturally couldn’t dance as a woman. At this moment, Xuan Yingluo saw a sword. “Big Brother, have you seen the sword dance?”

Sword Dance?

Xuan Yingluo only took off her heavy outer clothes, revealing her clean white clothes. The music of the song and Dance had also changed. At first, it was the combination of the zither and the zither. At this moment, Xuan Yingluo was standing in the middle of the hall, her white hand held a sword as she began to dance.

The hall was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. Even the needle could be clearly heard when it fell to the ground. Xuan Yingluo’s small face, which was covered in white clothes, was as white as snow. Her body, which had been practicing dancing since she was a child, did not cultivate her body in white clothes. It was deliberately done.., however, her body was extremely graceful, especially when she was good at dancing. Those who were attracted by the exquisite curves of a woman would not be able to avert their eyes.

Xuan Yingluo danced to the music and spun. The zither, which was as tall as a mountain and as long as a river, slowly entered a small climax. It became stormy and torrential. The shadow of her flowers fluttered in the wind and she tied her sleeves together. The woman’s charming soul was perfectly combined with a heroic and valiant bearing, wherever the sword wind pointed, fragrance overflowed in all directions. For a moment, it was full of splendor and one did not know whether it was heaven or earth.

The second, third, and the entire hall of guests were staring at her in a daze. Their souls had already been captured by her and they had forgotten to breathe.

Zhou Yu did not move. He was still half-lying on the Tiger Chair, but the wine cup in his hand had already stopped moving. His pair of dark eyes were fixed on Xuan Yingluo, unable to move an inch.

At this moment, the climax had ended. The sound of the zither gradually came to an end. Xuan Yingluo gracefully approached. Following the last note, the sword in her hand also pressed against Zhou Yu’s protruding Adam’s apple.

Zhou Yu’s handsome and cold features did not show any emotions. His sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised. His two slender fingers clamped on the tip of the sword and slightly bent it. Xuan Yingluo felt her palm go numb, “Clang!”The sword had already left her hand and fell to the ground.

Xuan Yingluo smiled faintly. “Big Brother, Happy Birthday.”

She wanted to turn around and sit down, but at that moment, a large palm reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. With a tug, Xuan Yingluo fell straight into a pair of strong chests.

She was greeted by an unfamiliar and clear masculine aura. It carried a strong hormone that made one’s face flush and heart beat faster. It was extremely oppressive.

Xuan Yingluo looked up. Her watery eyes met with a pair of deep, dark eyes. She was already in Zhou Yu’s embrace.

“Big Brother, let go.”

Zhou Yu did not let go. His large palm was still holding onto her wrist. His rough palm covered with a thick layer of calluses rubbed against her delicate wrist muscles. Zhou Yu curled his lips. His eyes were so dark that one could not see the bottom, “Little Four, your skin is really... slippery.”

Xuan Mayo pulled back her wrist forcefully, wanting to get up.

However, she could not get up. Zhou Yu had no intention of letting her go. His small jaw tightened, and his fingers had already pinched her. “Little four, we’ve been together for so long, but I still don’t know your name. How Old Are you this year?”

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