Obsessed warlord young marshal X wealthy family's young

ou have something, just tell me directly."The middle-aged man's eyes widened.Liang Fei and others were also dumbfounded.Wen Yu Zhou beckoned to the boy: "Come here."Ning Shu pursed her lips slightly a...That clear voice reached Ning Shu's ears, he was slightly stunned, perhaps because of the alcohol.

It took me a while to process that rude request.

The boy pressed against the wall, panting slightly. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy: "Master... I don't quite understand what you mean."

The man moved the cold muzzle of the gun up slightly.

At the boy's waist, he whispered, "Take off your clothes, and I won't shoot you. Understand"

Maybe it's because my brain is fuzzy, or maybe I have a fever.

Ning Shu could hear the other person's voice faintly.

He could only vaguely guess that it was a young man. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "But sir, I don't have any dangerous things on me, I don't have a gun."

"You don't have to worry."

Ning Shu realized that the gun was real. His mind went blank. Although he was a young master, he had never encountered anything like this before. This was his first time facing a real weapon, and under such circumstances.

He was afraid men wouldn't believe him, so he added: "If you guys don't trust me, you can search me. I really don't have a gun."

The other party remained silent.

But Ning Shu did feel the gun loosen a little, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, that icy muzzle pressed against him once more.

He widened his eyes slightly.

Ning Shu's heart was in turmoil, he hesitated for a moment, even suspecting whether Father Ning had offended someone outside. So from the moment he entered this nightclub, he was being watched.

"Do not turn back."

A man spoke in a commanding tone, and Ning Shu then felt a hand press against his shoulder.

He didn't dare to look back, his eyebrows slightly lowered, supporting himself with his hands against the wall.

In the afterglow, he saw the other hand climbing up.

That was a hand wearing a white glove.

The man's hand slid down, and then along the hem of his shirt, reaching inside.

Ning Shu was a little stunned, his eyes widened slightly.

His voice also became a little flustered: "Master..."

He panted, his words coming out as if in a question.

The other party's low voice came, as if accustomed to being above others, with a hint of aloofness, yet not overly indifferent.

"I'm checking you for weapons."

One sentence choked all the words Ning Shu had in her throat.

Ning Shu noticed the gloved hand reach in.

The gloves had a slight chill to them.

It made him shiver involuntarily.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, not thinking much about it. He just felt a little embarrassed and humiliated, so he gritted his teeth.

That hand touched for a long while.

Ning Shu could still feel that in the end, it seemed to have deliberately brushed past sensitive areas.

He wanted to turn back, but was held back by another hand.

What made Ning Shu feel strange was that this hand, surprisingly, wasn't wearing gloves.

The man leaned in, his body radiating heat.

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The long-forgotten muzzle was pressed against him once again.

Ning Shu dared not move, she could only let the other party do as they pleased.

He was a little flustered, even feeling like he had encountered a pervert.

But Ning Shu had no way to do anything about it.

He pressed himself against the wall, patiently waiting for the other person to withdraw their hand.

I just wonder if it's intentional.

As the man’s hand came back, his fingers trailed along his body before gently retrieving it.

He opened his mouth and said in a mild tone, “I’ve checked, and there isn’t any.”

Ning Shu was a little delighted.

He moved his face slightly and said, "Can you let me go now"

"When did I ever say I was going to let you go" The man reached out with the hand that had been in his clothes, lifted it, and then pinched his chin.

Ning Shu was forced to raise his head, but he couldn't see the person behind him.

"I haven't checked below yet."

The man uttered such shameless words with a cold tone.

If Ning Shu knew that he and Wenhao would end up having these experiences, he would definitely never leave home. He wouldn't even go out if he didn't meet the Young Marshal.

> It's better than being bullied like this.

He bit his lip a little awkwardly and said, “I've overthought it. No one would put a gun in their...pants.”

"How am I supposed to know, huh"

The man said blandly.

Ning Shu noticed his hand reaching out.

He said urgently, "Master, please let me go..." Ning Shu was already feeling the effects of the alcohol at this point and had no strength to resist. He didn't know what he was saying, just blurting out, "I don't have what Master wants...."

The other party ignored his actions, simply reaching out and touching his waist.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "There's someone outside."

Ning Shu's body suddenly stiffened.

He breathed lightly, as if recalling the dancer he had seen when he first entered the wrong place.

becoming increasingly tense.

Ning Shu knew that if he was discovered, especially in a place like a nightclub, being treated this way by a man... would definitely not be a good thing if it got out.

The man pinched the back of his neck.

"Let me see if you really have a gun or not."

Ning Shu realized the man's hand was touching her waist.

A single tear escaped the corner of his eye.

Then her hand paused momentarily.

Fu Snian lowered his eyes and saw a touch of flush on the boy's face, his wet eyelashes trembling.

He reached out a finger and wiped away the tear for her.

"Why are you crying"

"I'm not going to rip your pants off."

Ning Shu wanted to open her eyes, and immediately felt the other person burying their face into her neck.

Burning lips, trailing along his neck, slowly moving upward.

He clenched his fists lightly.

The boy's body was slightly tense, and his neck was pale and slender.

Stunningly beautiful.

Just as Fu Sinian had seen him for the first time, he showed no mercy.

kissed the boy's neck.

“Who made you let me see you.”

Ning Shu couldn't quite remember what happened later.

He remembered the other person's low voice, but it was a little unclear.

Ning Shu noticed that the military officer seemed to have left.

He was uncertain in his heart.

Hesitantly thinking for a moment, she then took a breath. Her eyes were a little dazed as they stared at the ground for about a while.

Someone walked over.

Then Ning Shu realized that a pair of hands had lifted her up.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a handsome face beyond compare.

The other person glanced at him, their cold military cap brim adorned with a badge. The other's eyes were deep and apathetic, with a hint of blue. of coldness, these past few days I've been wanting to experience the pleasure from that night again. It's just that the young man keeps refusing, again and again. Even for someone as powerful as Yan,...