The Young Master's Three Warmths Study Companion - Chapter 1

The Young Master is simply too mean.

My chest and bottom both hurt so much.

My tongue is torn, my inner thigh is torn too, the bed is a mess, all damp and sticky.

Wen Zhuoyu turned me over, his movements gentle enough.

He took a warm, damp towel and carefully wiped away the tear stains and sweat on my face, then placed his palm over my still slightly spasming lower abdomen, rubbing it with moderate pressure.

I felt a bit wronged. It was clearly him being unreasonable, messing me up like this, and now he puts on this gentle and considerate act.

But he is my Young Master. I grumbled inwardly but didn’t dare say a word of anger.

Wen Zhuoyu idly stroked my messy hair and asked casually,

“Ah You, do you still dare to make the Young Master angry?”

My voice was extremely hoarse.

“I don’t dare anymore, Young Master. Never again.”

“Did you have fun playing basketball just now?”

I nodded, then quickly added, “If the Young Master had told me in advance when picking me up, I wouldn’t have played.”

He chuckled softly, his tone unreadable. “Are you blaming me for interrupting you?”

I shook my head dazedly, knowing this was a loaded question.

I was truly scared. The Young Master usually indulges me, but once he gets angry, he always makes me wish I were dead.

I thought secretly: The Young Master is so petty and mean.
This afternoon I was playing basketball. Sweat dripped into my eyes, so I casually lifted my shirt to wipe it off.

Jin Xuan, that tactless guy, immediately made a fuss.

“Whoa ho ho, An Youyou! Your waist is even slimmer than a girl’s! Damn, so fair and slender!”

His loud voice drew a few brothers we were playing with to gather around jeeringly, wanting a look.

Before I could refuse,

the Young Master came to pick me up. Not too early, not too late, just in time to see it.

He didn’t say a word, standing like a ghost by the basketball court, his gaze sweeping over coolly.

I instantly felt a tightening in my rear.

Sure enough, I didn’t even get to eat.

As soon as we got home and the door closed, he pressed me against the wall and devoured me inside and out.

“Does it hurt?”

I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him.

I was holding in my anger, but too cowardly to let it out. I could only mutter softly, “… I wouldn’t dare hurt.”

He chuckled lowly. “You deserved it. Who told you to tempt others?”

I felt terribly wronged. “I was just wiping off sweat! It was Jin Xuan and the others who wanted to look…”

“So you let them look? So generous?”

There he goes again, this unyielding possessiveness.

If I argue further, my bottom will hurt even more.

I wisely shut my mouth and buried my head in his chest, obediently admitting defeat. “I was wrong, Young Master. I won’t do it again.”

But inwardly I was grumbling: The Young Master is so petty, overbearing, and unreasonable!

Wen Zhuoyu pinched the back of my neck. “Badmouthing me in your head?”

“… No.” I denied cowardly.

He tightened his arms and encircled me in his embrace.

“Ah You, you are mine. You have been since you were little. Don’t make me truly angry, okay?”

This sounded like a suggestion, but it was actually a warning.

Since childhood, I have never been able to refuse him. To all his demands, I would only say, “Okay.”

The Young Master carried me to bathe and then fed me.

Before falling asleep, I quickly tossed away that bit of grievance, legs swaying smugly as I sniffed the Young Master’s pleasant scent like a puppy.

I thought drowsily: Although the Young Master is very petty, I just like him this way.

In public places from now on, I must mind my appearance and attire. I can’t let the Young Master get angry again.