Good Morning, Mister Dragon!

Chapter 42: I Was Wrong

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Qianxun stood still. She did not want to become his puppet, just as described in the agreement.

“Come over here and dress me,” Long Sijue repeated his order. The look on his face had already become considerably colder.

Su Qianxun still did not move. She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him. “I agreed to bear your child, but I didn’t sell myself to you. Why should I listen to you?”

When Long Sijue heard that, the expression on his face turned absolutely cold. Su Qianxun felt as though a chilly Siberian wind had just blown across the room and turned it into an ice house. She shuddered.

“Get out of here!” Even though Long Sijue’s icy stare was on Su Qianxun, he was speaking to the woman beside him.

Zi Fan nodded respectfully, turned, and left the room.

“I-I-I’m leaving too…” Su Qianxun sensed danger, and she quickly turned and ran. But she barely made it to the door before Long Sijue wrapped his strong arm around her waist and lifted her up.

“Let me go, you tyrant. You’re a devil. I merely signed a childbirth agreement. My only responsibility is to bear your child. I didn’t sell myself to you.”

Su Qianxun struggled with all her might. But her pitiable strength could barely budge Long Sijue. He carried her with one arm, walked towards the bed, and threw her onto the mattress.

Su Qianxun was so frightened that she scrambled backward with both her hands and feet. There was a frantic look in her black eyes as she stared at the man before her.

Long Sijue took off the shirt he had just put on and tossed it aside. Su Qianxun felt a surge of despair as she gazed at his sturdy torso.

The memory of what happened last night flooded her mind, and she shook her head non-stop.

“If shirts aren’t worn, they’re meant to be stripped off!”

Long Sijue leaped onto the bed like an agile cheetah and pressed her beneath his body.

“I was wrong. I’ll put the shirt on for you now!” Su Qianxun yelled. She did not want to go through the horrific experience from last night again.

Long Sijue grabbed her arms with one hand and pressed them down above her head. He then clutched her face with his other hand.

“Did I force you to sign the agreement?”

Su Qianxun shook her head. “No. I voluntarily asked to sign it.”

“Have I changed a single clause?” Long Sijue applied pressure on her cheeks. He was clutching her face so hard that it had gone out of shape, and her tiny lips were forcibly parted.

“No…” Su Qianxun mumbled.

“I’m giving you a chance to backtrack on your decision. If you don’t want to keep your end of the bargain, I can ask my men to send your younger brother back to the police station immediately!” Long Sijue released his grip on her and reached for the phone on the nightstand.

Su Qianxun quickly grabbed his arm. “No! I’ll keep my end of the bargain. I’ll listen to everything you say. I’ll behave. I’ll try my best to bear your child. ”

Long Sijue gazed at the weeping beauty beneath him. The urge that he had suppressed countless times surged inside his chest again. Now that the little thing was right beneath him, there was no need to hold himself back anymore!

He lowered his head and kissed those small lips, which captivated him so much. The little thing could really drive him crazy!

Su Qianxun thought that she could hold back her tears. But the moment he thrust his d*ck inside her, she cried so hard that she could barely breathe. After that, her tears never stopped streaming down her face. She just wished that everything would be over soon.

…..

On her way out, Zi Fan met Qi Min who was standing by the elevator door. Qi Min walked anxiously towards Zi Fan. “Sister Zi Fan, what’s with the young master? Wasn’t he unable to touch women? Why is he able to do so now?”

In the past, the madam had sent countless women to Jin Garden for the young master, but he chased all of them out without mercy.

“It is not our place to discuss matters pertaining to the young master.” Zi Fan flashed a smile.

“I’m just not happy about it. That little slut isn’t even qualified to tie the young master’s shoelaces! How could the young master—”

“Silly girl, there’s certainly a reason why the young master touches her. To him, she is just a tool, unlike you. How is she comparable to you?” Zi Fan reached out and caressed Qi Min’s head.

“Of course. I grew up together with the young master after all,” Qi Min said with a proud look on her face.