Obsessive Warlord Young Marshal x Aristocratic Young Master

was hard to tell if it was from fright or low blood pressure.The boy looked at the group and said, "Jiang Bai won't pay this money. You guys keep fighting, it's pointless."A few bandits looked on and...The general looked down at the young master, his gaze seeming to want to strip him bare.

The military uniform hung on him, bearing a chilling coldness. A heavy gun was holstered at his waist, and beneath the brim of his hat, his features were deep-set and handsome, especially his eyes.

It's not the common black of the coast, but with a hint of deep blue. It looks strange and charming, making his thin lips seem cold and sexy.

Fu Sinian sat upright, his back straight. However, his deep breaths had become slightly more rapid at this moment.

"Cut it out."

The soldier whispered, maintaining his civility as if it were an innate coldness and detachment from others.

However, Ning Shu noticed that the other person's body was not like the master's.

He was like a scholar engrossed in learning, even when confronted with this subject. His heart was filled with shyness and shame, but he persisted nonetheless.

On the contrary, taking advantage of the surrounding environment, where no one could see him, he also assumed that even if General reacted strongly, he wouldn't make a scene here.

...and became even more intense.

Ning Shu's ear tips were red as if they could bleed, and she slightly parted her lips and said: "Young Commander doesn't like it"

It was just a touch of the deep blue sea.

The young master immediately lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, as if he regretted it. He wanted to take back his foot. Under the table, however, an extra hand appeared.

Then he was caught.

Holding on tightly.

The general's hands were long and strong, just grasping his ankle.

Ning Shu was stunned, wanting to pull back, but it was motionless.

Fu Sian glanced at him and whispered, "I wonder where young master Ning learned these tricks"

That deep gaze was fixed on him.

Ning Shu's eyes were slightly hot, and she pursed her lips. She seemed to have lost her previous fearlessness and just wanted to withdraw her feet.

But the general was too strong.

His eyes were bloodshot, his phoenix eyes glimmering with emotion, and some of the tea on the table had been spilled.

The general remained unmoved, merely clutching the foot that had been causing trouble.

A young man's feet are smooth, though not as delicate and dainty as a woman's, they feel warm and polished like jade.

Ning Shu endured the shame and said, “Young Marshal, please let me down first, and I will sincerely apologize to you.”

Fu Sian's gaze drifted over, his fingers tracing the red string and copper coin he had given him, then squeezing the young master's sole lightly.

As expected, the young man trembled slightly.

The people drinking tea at the side table seem to be leaving. They got up and footsteps could be heard.

Ning Shu didn't dare to move again, afraid they would discover the scene under the tea table.

But the general remained composed, calmly pinching his foot with his finger.

Ning Shu almost cried out.

Just as I happened to pass by their table, one person suddenly stopped.

Ning Shu's whole heart was about to be lifted up.

"I almost forgot it." The man turned back, grabbed a parrot's cage, and smiled. "Let's go."

"Young Marshal, let me go."

Ning Shu couldn't help but whisper, she said.

The general lowered his eyes to look at him, his hand gripping his foot tightly, the hand bearing calluses. The young man grew increasingly uncomfortable, not expecting his own foot to be so sensitive.

The moment it touched the thin cocoon, a strange tingling sensation ran through him.

Even those captivating phoenix eyes, usually so sharp and alluring, seemed to cloud over, appearing vulnerable.

The general lowered his eyes and said to him, "Then it depends on Young Master Ning's sincerity."

Ning Shu bit her lip: "Please."

"It's still early."

Fu Shnian said lightly, 'Why not have Ning Si Shao come to my house as a guest'

Although phrased as a question.

But this man, accustomed to the power of a warlord, showed no room for negotiation in his tone.

Ning Shu felt she had no choice at all.

After he nodded, the military officer carefully touched the red thread, making sure the copper coin was still there. Only then did he release his foot from under the table.

Breakfast was not able to be eaten.

The general got up.

Ning Shu couldn't help but glance lightly.

It looked normal.

Fu Shao always makes sure he's not embarrassed.

The adjutant was waiting downstairs and had eaten his own share. When he saw the fourth young master of the Ning family and the Young Marshal walk down together, he went out of the teahouse and opened the car door for them.

The general put on his white gloves again and ordered, "Go back."

This way back, there's no place else except for Shao Shuai's house.

The adjutant glanced at Young Master Ning Si sitting in his position and asked, "Shall we send Young Master Ning Si back first"

Fu Shen said lightly, "No need."

The adjutant was slightly surprised. The Young Marshal's meaning was to take Master Ning the Fourth back

The adjutant had been serving by Fu Sian's side for at least seven or eight years.

But he had never seen the Young Marshal bring anyone back.

After the Young Marshal took this position, the mansion remained eerily quiet. After Mr. Fu's death, the Young Marshal held power alone, controlling much of what happened in the coastal city.

Even the warlord has to be careful.

Not to mention the people around him, even the women sent over could very well be spies placed by the young marshal.

However, before Master Ning Si appeared.

Not even going through the motions.

As the saying goes, "He who controls the sea also controls the world." Lin Hai is powerful and influential. He already has several wives. However, Shao Shuai hasn't married anyone yet, let alone had any children.

How many women, with minds set on breaking through, aspire to enter this dashing young master's residence.

Even in the coastal areas, there are rumors.

They say that Shao Shuai is not capable, otherwise with so many wealthy daughters vying for his attention, he wouldn't be without a wife, or even a concubine. Who would believe that

Fu Sinian didn't get angry when he heard this, but the next day, a blood flower sprang out on someone's head.

After that, no one ever spoke ill of him again.

Many people in Linhai didn't like him, but Fu Sian was the living king of hell in Linhai. Even if they disliked him, no one could do anything about it.

The military vehicle came to a stop in one place.

The adjutant got out of the car before he could even open the door.

The general went down first and personally opened the door for someone.

He stepped back in a little surprise, but couldn't help glancing at Young Master Ning Si.

Maybe others don't know.

But the adjutant knew better than anyone, the young marshal didn't trust anyone. A few years ago, he had been betrayed by both relatives and outsiders, and almost lost his life.

The 少帥 had never been close to anyone, and after that, his methods became even more ruthless and cold-blooded.

But only in front of Young Master Ning.

The commander-in-chief has become more humane. Otherwise, why would he, as a commander-in-chief with endless tasks every day, pay special attention to the affairs of Master Ning Sihao Lin, who was the senior brother from the sect mentioned earlier, nodded. He raised his face and said, "This time, there are five single spiritual root cultivators."Everyone nodded, their eyes scan...