Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Rong Yan did not react. Instead, his forehead creased into a frown that angered Luo Anning. She raised her voice and chided, “Rong Yan, hurry and finish the broth. I still want to sleep even if you don’t want to. I don’t have time to waste.”
How infuriating!
She was initially already angry enough, being woken up from her sleep in the middle of the night. Yet, he still refused to comply and insisted on making things difficult for her. She wished she could slap him and pin him against the wall.
Before Rong Yan could even react, Luo Anning flew into a rage and tried to force the soup into his mouth. Rong Yan opened his eyes slightly and stared at her menacingly, perhaps because she was being too forceful.
He flew into a rage and knocked the broth away, causing it to spill all over the carpet. Anning’s heart skipped a beat and she constantly told herself not to get angry.
However, she still felt a strong urge to hit him!
Someone once said that tolerance was a reflection of one’s manners. I admit, I do not have any matters at all! Please forgive me for wanting to beat him to a pulp!
The thought of him saying that she had gone to extreme means to get into his bed, made her feel extremely peeved.
After throwing the bowl away, Rong Yan pushed Luo Anning away and fell onto the bed. Luo Anning did not expect him to have that much strength even after getting drunk. She then fell onto the ground.
“Young Madam, are you alright? Did you get injured?” asked two servants who hurriedly rushed forward to help her up, appearing extremely worried.
The bed was elevated because it was a European palace-style bed. Hence, it would be painful to fall from it. If it were not because of the thick carpet which absorbed the impact, she would have beaten him up into a pulp even if he was drunk!
“Rong Yan, you scoundrel. I’m not going to serve you anymore. Do what you want!” Luo Anning barked before turning around to leave. She brought the other two servants along to get some rest. She felt that he was a scumbag who did not need to be taken care of.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard the sounds of Rong Yan stumbling forwards in an unsteady gait. The next thing she knew, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind while burying his chiseled chin on her shoulder. He murmured in a hoarse voice, “Don’t go… don’t leave me… ”
Luo Anning smacked his hand away and exclaimed in displeasure, “Young Master Rong, you’re drunk! Let go of me!”
“Don’t go… don’t leave… don’t leave… don’t leave… ”
He continuously repeated himself, seemingly having no intentions to let go.
He was holding onto Luo Anning tightly and there was no means for her to push him away at all. Besides, he was too drunk to listen to what she said. After blabbering for a long while, Rong Yan suddenly picked her up and threw her onto the bed. He then pinned her down beneath him.
“What are you trying to do? Hurry up and get off me! I’m telling you, don’t think of doing anything to me just because you’re drunk. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless.”
Luo Anning placed her hands on his chest to stop him from getting near her while trying to awaken his rationality.
Rong Yan was dead drunk. Staring at her with glazed eyes, he shook his head in a bid to clear his vision, but to no avail.
He began to stick his hand into her shirt and stroked her smooth and fine skin. Luo Anning held her breath and wondered to herself, what is he trying to do!
“Rong Yan, hold it right there! Take your hand out. Did you hear me!?!”
