Under such perverse pressure, Su Baiyue felt she still needed to struggle.

“Do you think I would be afraid of you?” Oh God, she was so scared, QAQ.

Su Baiyue straightened her neck forcefully, maintaining a dignified and proud demeanor, like a perennial cedar pine standing atop a snowy peak, unbending in its pride.

Behind her, there was a rustle of clothing. Su Baiyue quickly hid the pastry she was clutching deeper into her wide sleeve pocket.

A hand reached out from the side, almost imperceptibly stirring a breeze and lifting the hem of Su Baiyue’s skirt.

Su Baiyue calmed her mind and looked down.

She saw that the hand, long and fair with distinct bones, held a white bunny-shaped red bean paste bun that completely contradicted the man’s perverse and rigid image.

The bunny bun was lifelike, snowy white with its eyes red, standing on its paws with its ears perked up and its little tail pink, plumply pouting as it was presented to Su Baiyue.

“Glug,” Su Baiyue was lured by the sweet and soft memories, but soon realized: How did this bunny bun look so much like the snacks from the small kitchen in the garden she visited a few days ago?

“Today, seeing this bunny bun plump and round at the feast made me happy, so I secretly saved it to give to the Mistress,” the man stood close behind Su Baiyue, his warm breath touching her skin, raising a moist trace.

Su Baiyue quietly exhaled.

So that’s it, that’s it. It appears the pastry chef from the Weinan Royal Mansion’s kitchen had been delivering the pastries to her.

Although Su Baiyue really liked these soft, white, and edible buns, she still had to maintain her devilish persona.

“This kind of filthy thing, don’t dirty this young master’s eyes,” Su Baiyue continued to act cold and unreasonable.

“If that is so, then I shall not stand in ceremony.” The man suddenly withdrew his hand holding the bunny bun.

Su Baiyue subconsciously turned around, her face reluctantly unfixed, just to see the man bite off the head of the bunny bun, revealing the sweet red bean paste cooked inside.

Boo-hoo, bunnies are so cute, how could you eat bunnies?

Su Baiyue struggled to hold back her desires, swallowing her dry throat.

Seeing Su Baiyue’s odd expression, the man’s eyes seemed to gleam with pleasure. He pursed his lips, holding the headless bunny bun slightly tilted his head.

A tall man making such a gesture somehow appeared a bit docile and cute.

Su Baiyue thought her brain must be damaged. How could this ruthless man who could bite off such a cute bunny’s head have anything to do with “cute”?

Regaining her composure, Su Baiyue suddenly called out Lu Gan’s name clearly.

“Lu Gan.”

It was just two simple, ordinary words, but coming from the woman in front of him, they seemed to carry a unique delicate sweetness, making one involuntarily want to capture them and chew them thoroughly.

The man holding the bunny bun paused, his eyes deepening.

The bunny bun was squeezed into a flat shape, the soaked red bean paste slowly flowing out, trailing down the man’s distinct fingers, still warm, covering his fair skin, like the thickest blood.

Lu Gan suddenly opened his mouth, while staring at Su Baiyue, and stuffed the entire bunny bun into his mouth.

Su Baiyue watched as the man’s cheeks bulged, stuffed with the corpse of the bunny bun, his dark eyes intensely focused on her, silently chewing as if he was not just eating the bunny bun, but her.

Su Baiyue grew more nervous, clutching her hands tightly, exerting her flighty and heartless, scumbag style, her voice quivering slightly due to nervousness.

“You are but a dog of mine, yet you dare to climb up on me. If you insist on marrying me, then marry a corpse back home.”

Her slender hand suddenly lifted, the wide white sleeve fluttering, casting a cold fragrance. The woman slightly tilted her chin, her finger coldly pointing at the man, just half an inch from his perky nose.

Su Baiyue thought she was utterly heartless, enough to make the perverse male lead realize she was hopeless, then he would turn around to marry the official female lead and step onto a successful career.

But she never expected that the male lead’s level of perversion was beyond her control.

As her wide sleeve slid down slightly, exposing a segment of her creamy white, slender arm as delicate as jade, bendable with a flick.

Even though she was scolded, the man didn’t seem to hear what Su Baiyue was saying. His gaze slid down, fixed on the trembling pink fingertips, like peach petals dewy in the morning, inviting a taste.

Su Baiyue saw Lu Gan’s dazed eyes, those dark, deep pools also seemed to ponder something. Suddenly feeling intimidated, she was about to timidly withdraw her hand when the man grabbed her wrist.

The man’s hand was covered in calluses, appearing fair and clean, but actually rough. Su Baiyue, accustomed to a pampered life with tender skin, couldn’t withstand even the seemingly light grasp of Lu Gan.

Su Baiyue clearly saw the man opening his mouth, his tongue almost touching her fingertip.

Just before he licked her fingertip, Su Baiyue quickly retracted her finger, tightly protecting it with her fist.

The man missed his target. He quivered his eyelashes, his gaze drooping submissively, and placed a kiss on Su Baiyue’s trembling pink fist. Delicate and gentle, like a feather; yet burning and heavy, like fire scorching. It was so intense that Su Baiyue nearly wanted to kneel down and call him daddy right then.

“If the young master insists on this, disregarding the hundreds of lives in the Weinan Royal Mansion, then I too must lay down my life to accompany the young master. If we cannot share a bed in life, then let’s share a grave in death.” The man finally spoke, his voice husky and dark, holding Su Baiyue’s wrist without much force, yet she couldn’t free herself at all.

The thick red bean paste from the man’s fingertips smeared onto Su Baiyue’s wrist, and apart from the blood scent of the man, only the enticing sweetness lingered in her breath.

Su Baiyue suddenly felt she really owed it to the pure and untainted body of the Ling Yun Young Master. If it were Ling Yun herself touched like this, she wouldn’t come out of the bath until she scrubbed a layer of skin off.

“Presumptuous!” Su Baiyue struggled again, but besides rubbing some red marks on the man’s calloused hand, it was utterly ineffective.

Lu Gan suddenly exerted force, and Su Baiyue, unsteady, plunged into his arms, hitting her nose painfully and immediately reddening her eyes.

The man looked down at the young woman in his arms, her eyes tearful and fragile, involuntarily comparing her to the weeping figure in his dreams. His already dark eyes grew even more indescribably shadowed.

Lu Gan pressed Su Baiyue’s arm, pinning her delicate arm behind her back like a prisoner. Su Baiyue cried out in pain, feeling a person close to her ear, pressing against her pearl earring, and said word by word, “If one person blocks me, I will kill one person. If the whole world blocks me, I will slaughter the whole world.”

His strong display revealed his perverse possession of Su Baiyue.

Su Baiyue, shivering, felt that she couldn’t handle such heavy love!

Suddenly, the voice of a maid going to the toilet outside passed by, and Su Baiyue pushed the man away, slipping away like a fish, her wide sleeves brushing past Lu Gan’s fingertips, flinging a sleeve, not taking a single cloud.

Mommy, save me!

Su Baiyue went back to her room crying, nibbling on the cold hard pastry, tears streaming down her face.

In the dimly lit small kitchen, the man slowly reached out, licking the red bean paste from his fingertips

The sweet and soft bean paste carried the chilling fragrance from the woman. The man recalled the slippery skin sensation, the frail woman falling into his arms, pressing against his body, distinctly feeling her slender yet voluptuous figure.

One would hate not to crush her into the body.

…

Lu Gan had the marriage document in hand, and Su Baiyue had nowhere to escape.

Seeing his sister growing thinner day by day and the Weinan Royal Mansion’s Princess in constant sorrow, Liu Chen finally couldn’t stand it and sought out Lu Gan again.

“Brother Lu, although you are my benefactor, using this favor to coerce my sister into marrying you is not the act of a gentleman!”

Lu Gan was drinking tea, one hand holding a scroll, the other holding a cup, looking relaxed.

“Brother Lu!” Liu Chen, seeing Lu Gan not responding, became even more agitated. He snatched the scroll from Lu Gan’s hand, “Bang!” sat down, causing the teacups to collide and spill.

Lu Gan moved the scroll away from the water stain, leisurely opening his mouth, “Two years ago, the Mistress and I already had a marriage contract.” After speaking, Lu Gan took out the marriage document from his wide sleeve pocket, spreading it out in front of Liu Chen.

Liu Chen stared at it for a while, about to speak, then heard Lu Gan continue, “The Princess also knows about this.”

Liu Chen abruptly stood up and rushed towards the Weinan Royal Mansion, Princess’ courtyard.

At that moment, the Princess of Weinan was wiping tears, full of sorrow.

“My poor child… sob…”

“Mother, mother!” Liu Chen suddenly pushed the door open, startling the Princess, the whimper not yet coming out, turned into a hiccup.

“Sob-hic…”

“Mother! I heard my sister has a marriage contract with Brother Lu. Even a marriage document exists!”

The Princess’s face changed dramatically, quickly covering Liu Chen’s mouth, then pressing the boisterous Liu Chen to sit down, explaining, “At that time, he saved your sister’s life and took advantage of the situation to make your sister agree to a verbal marriage contract, but at that time your sister was already engaged to the Crown Prince, how could it still happen?”

“What about that marriage document?”

“I don’t know when your sister signed this marriage document.” The Princess sighed deeply, “It’s also my fault. If I hadn’t let that foolish woman handle him back then…” The Princess tearfully explained the events of that year.

“What?! Mother, you let the foolish woman by your side kill Brother Lu?”

“I originally wanted to give him some money to leave on his own. But I didn’t expect that foolish woman to take matters into her own hands, I…”

“Mother, if you didn’t have that thought in your mind, how could that foolish woman dare to do such a thing!” Liu Chen was distraught, “So, there’s still this layer of things…”

Liu Chen staggered to his feet, murmuring, “Brother Lu, it’s our Weinan Royal Mansion that wronged you…”

“This is my fault, all my fault. But Ling Yun is innocent! This is her life’s happiness, how can I just watch my Ling Yun marry such a person!” The Princess cried again.

Liu Chen earnestly said, “Brother Lu is noble and forgiving, definitely not one to take revenge privately. If you ask me, Brother Lu is such a person, my sister could certainly marry him.”

At the carved wooden door, Su Baiyue, who came to the Princess to scrounge for pastries, hearing Liu Chen’s words, rolled her eyes fiercely when no one was around.

Her own brother, truly her own brother.

Actually, no matter how much Su Baiyue struggled, she had signed the marriage document; what else could she do? Naturally, she could only marry.

The wedding was set for the fifth of next month. Holding to her scumbag persona, Su Baiyue felt she must continue to excel on the path of trampling the male lead, to be the successful woman behind the man.