Lin Chuluo didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he gently changed the topic, "Do you want to take a bath when we get back? I'll draw the bath water for you in advance."
Jiang Xixi had no intention of chatting with him anymore. She casually responded, but her heart was still in turmoil.
Wasn't Ning Anmiao back in Jiangcheng? How did she show up in Shanghai again?
Although she and Lin Chuluo had been married for some time, she still felt faintly uneasy inside.
She was always worried that Lin Chuluo would rekindle his old love.
...
After entering the house with Lu Yan, Ning Anmiao looked at the unchanged decoration and felt a strange sensation in her heart.
This was the house where she had lived for three years. She had left for a while in the middle, and coming back this time brought a special kind of familiarity.
When she came out of the shower, the guest room had been tidied up. The room was clean and orderly. It was obvious that Lu Yan had just tidied it up for her.
She didn't expect Lu Yan to be so considerate. She was startled and carefully said thank you, "Thank you."
Lu Yan changed into a pair of light - brown casual pajamas. With his hands lazily in his pockets, he looked more youthful than his solemn self during the day.
He stepped in front of Ning Anmiao. His much taller height and the aura he exuded forced her to look him in the eye.
"Do you like saying thank you so much?" Lu Yan crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe of the guest room, looking down at her, "Come on then, show your gratitude."
As expected, Ning Anmiao blushed again.
He seemed addicted to teasing her and seeing her shy like a young girl.
It was like those naughty boys in school who liked to pull the little girls' pigtails and would do everything to tease the girls just to see their blushing and shy looks.
Lu Yan had to admit that this kind of bad taste was really interesting.
"You..." Ning Anmiao was reluctant. Even if she was slow - witted, she could sense that this man was full of schemes.
Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What, not willing?"
He lifted the corner of his lips, "Weren't you quite proactive just now? Shy now?"
Hearing this, Ning Anmiao's cheeks flushed. She couldn't help thinking that since there was already a first time, there was no harm in a second or third time.
With this thought in mind, she stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick and perfunctory kiss.
"Okay, go back and rest quickly." Ning Anmiao quickly took a few steps back and blushed as she urged him away, "I'm going to sleep."
But the man's body was like a wall. She simply couldn't push him away.
Before Ning Anmiao could react, Lu Yan grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard towards him. She stumbled and fell into his arms.
"Not enough."
His voice was calm, and he was seriously saying something rascally, "Miaomiao, I not only tidied up the room for you, but I also lent you my home to sleep in."
Ning Anmiao's heart trembled. With her body pressed against his, she could smell Lu Yan's familiar scent and feel his strong heartbeat.
"Then... what else do you want?" Ning Anmiao looked up at him with a hint of innocence in her wet eyes.
After a while, he continued, "Keep kissing."
Ning Anmiao was stunned and didn't understand his meaning for a moment, "Keep kissing?"
"Yeah, until I tell you to stop."
Ning Anmiao looked up and could see his bobbing Adam's apple and his well - defined jawline, which was extremely sexy and charming.
She summoned up her courage, thinking that she wasn't at a loss, so she simply kissed his lips once. The man didn't react, so she had to kiss him several more times.
The more she kissed, the more addicted she became. Ning Anmiao changed from being forced at first to finding it fun. She kissed him several times like a chick pecking at rice.
Until the man first lost his self - control and his voice became deep and hoarse, "Okay, that's enough."
Lu Yan was inherently calm and reserved. At his age, he wasn't overly old - fashioned or overly rigid. Everything was just right.
He was like a king who could control everything, looking down on everything from a high position.
But facing Ning Anmiao, he still completely fell.
However, Miaomiao seemed to be addicted to it. She hugged his waist and kept pecking at his lips, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Miaomiao, that's enough."
His voice became a bit more serious. The depth in his eyes became hotter and his voice became even hoarser, "If you keep making trouble, it won't just be this."
The atmosphere began to turn ambiguous silently.
Ning Anmiao was familiar with this tone. Just by looking into his eyes, she knew what he meant. She was so shocked that she immediately lost her playful mood.
Her voice was soft and gentle, which could make people surrender completely, "Since you're satisfied, go back and rest quickly. You have to get up for work tomorrow."
Lu Yan lifted his eyelids. The nerves that were just on the surface began to stir, driving him to want to take it a step further and have a more in - depth communication with Miaomiao.
"Yeah, I know." Lu Yan said softly, turned around and walked out of the room. After a while, he came back and placed a glass of hot water on the bedside table in the guest room.
Looking at the clear and clean glass of hot water, Ning Anmiao's eyes curved into a crescent. Only her eyes were exposed as she had already gotten into the quilt.
"Lu Yan, you're so nice."
Her little actions were innocent and charming.
Lu Yan closed his eyes, feeling like he was on the verge of sanity and losing control.
He walked to the bedside, bent down, and his familiar scent wafted over her nose. Ning Anmiao shrank her body in shock and didn't even dare to show her eyes.
Lu Yan chuckled, reached out to push aside the stray hairs on her forehead, and gently placed a kiss on it.
"I'll spare you this time."
Ning Anmiao buried her whole head in the quilt. She could only feel that her forehead was cool, and the place where Lu Yan had kissed began to faintly heat up.
"Good night."
She hid in the quilt, her voice muffled, but her heart was sweet.
This feeling was like being in a passionate relationship.
She seemed to be walking on clouds. Every step was light. Even if she accidentally fell, she would just land on the soft clouds.
Happy and at ease.
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The next day.
Early in the morning, Ning Anmiao was woken up by Lu Yan to have breakfast. She was still sleepy. When she was rubbing her eyes hazily, she was already picked up and placed on a chair.
"I haven't washed up yet." She yawned and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm going to brush my teeth."
Lu Yan looked calm. He glanced at the time, "There's still time. Wash up and come back for breakfast."
It was an order, but it also carried concern.
His voice was always deep and pleasant. Ning Anmiao's mood became cheerful because of this, and the last bit of sleepiness dissipated. She trotted into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, when she came out, she saw Lu Yan sitting at the dining table eating slowly. She couldn't help but be in a daze.
A person could exude elegance and nobility even in every move while having breakfast, which made her uncontrollably infatuated.
"Come over and have breakfast."