Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lu Yan had many relationships with women in his life but he had never been obsessed with them. This girl called An’an turned out to be his Achilles’ Heel.
His muscular arm held her slender waist and lifted her up easily. The 1.9 meters man carried the girl and walked towards the washroom. His large hand supported her pert bottom and he smiled. “I’m not pinning my hopes on you to bear a child for me.”
An’an wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his muscular torso. She buried her head in his neck and murmured in confusion.
“After giving birth, you have to compete with the child for my attention and love.”
“…”
An’an felt like she had eaten a piece of candy and the sweetness spread to her heart. Did he feel like he was carrying his own daughter while he was carrying her?
…
An’an was placed on the toilet bowl. “You go out first.”
Lu Yan took her sanitary pad and gave her a glance. “How about Daddy changes it for you?”
An’an snatched the sanitary pad forcefully and threw it onto his handsome face.
Lu Yan smiled gleefully. Putting one hand into his pocket, he picked up the sanitary pad and placed it back in her hand. He left the washroom and waited for her while leaning against the wall.
After she had finished, Lu Yan went over to carry her again. After he washed her hands with warm water, he placed her on the bed.
An’an’s arms were still wrapped around his neck.
Now, one of Lu Yan’s legs was on the carpet and the other leg was kneeling on the bedsheets while the girl was hanging onto him. He placed his hands by the sides of her body. “Let go! If you don’t let go, it means that you want it again.”
An’an looked at his handsome, cold face with watery eyes. “If you want it again, then go and look for other women.”
Lu Yan said, “Are you done or not?”
He tugged her hands down from his neck and got up to leave.
But he did not leave. Instead, he hunched his body to tidy up the room. There were documents, fruits and broken pieces of the rattan chair everywhere.
He did not ask the servant to come over to tidy up. He did it all himself.
An’an looked at him as he moved around the room.
She got down the bed, lunged towards the man and hugged his muscular torso.
Lu Yan froze and promptly stood up. He was still holding a crumpled piece of document in his hand. “An’an, do you care about my past?”
If not, why would she keep asking him to look for other women?
It must be that she still cared.
An’an nuzzled her face into his handsome and muscular back. “Lu Yan, are you really oblivious or just pretending to be oblivious? I do not mind your past at all. All I care about is the present and the future. Can you tell me that there won’t be anyone else in the future besides me? Can you promise me that?”
Lu Yan’s handsome features relaxed and he promptly turned around. He stroked her delicate face with his calloused fingers. “So you kicked up a fuss today over this?”
An’an pummeled him with her fists. “Let me ask you. What am I to you to now? Am I nothing to you, besides being your companion in bed?”
Lu Yan curved his cold lips and his brown eyes sparkled with affection. “What kind of relationship do you want with me?”
An’an did not speak a word and merely looked at him with her big eyes, which made him desire her even more.
As Lu Yan lifted her by her svelte waist and pinned her down onto the soft bed, he stared at her red lips. “May I kiss you?”
“Mm.”
Lu Yan smiled and captured her lips tenderly but with an impassioned vigor. His mouth was filled with the taste of her. Her young, maidenly scent was even more addictive than drugs.
As An’an hugged onto his neck, her lips sucked on the tip of his tongue.
Lu Yan groaned and promptly released her.
The man’s abrupt withdrawal left An’an stunned. She looked at him with her reddened face. “What’s wrong?”
Lu Yan stuck one hand into his pocket and said in a husky voice, “I’m going to take a cold shower.”
He turned around to get down the bed.
“Lu Yan, don’t go!” An’an hugged his muscular body from behind.
Lu Yan did not manage to leave. “An’an, you are playing me!”
An’an turned around and straddled the man’s muscular thighs. Her red lips whispered in his ears. “I want to play with you. What can you do about it?”
…
One hour later.
An’an fell asleep buried under the blanket. Lu Yan leaned against the headboard indolently as his calloused finger stroked her little face.
The girl had fallen asleep very quickly. His thin lips kissed her little lips. The breath emanating from her delicate nose blew gently onto his face. Unable to resist, he could only continue to kiss her, again and again.
It was as if he could not get enough of kissing her.
Now he did not want to do anything. All he wanted was to be together with her.
After kissing for a while, Lu Yan got up, changed his pajamas into a clean white shirt and black trousers, then proceeded to walk out of the room.
“Master Yan, are you going out?” the servant asked.
Lu Yan took a bunch of car keys, changed his shoes and muttered, “Mm,” before heading out.
He drove a Maybach car and the car weaved steadily through the bustling streets in the city. Half an hour later, it came to a stop in front of a jewelry shop.
The sales assistant pulled the door open. “Sir, what would you like to purchase?”
Lu Yan stood by the counter and looked down at the diamond rings placed beneath the glass panels.
There were different designs of diamond rings which dazzled one’s eyes.
In the past, he had brought women to shop around in jewelry shops, but he had never bought them a diamond ring.
A pair of fair, delicate hands appeared in his mind. These hands had provided him with tremendous pleasure just now.
“Sir, are you thinking of buying a diamond ring to propose to your girlfriend?” The sales assistant asked.
“Mm.”
“Congratulations, Sir. Sir, what is your girlfriend like? I can help you to see what design she would like.”
“She’s very young and pretty. She’s still a little girl.”
The sales assistant looked at Lu Yan. This man was already in his thirties and appeared to be a hunky man, but there was a hint of affection in his expression when he mentioned “little girl”. One could tell that this man doted heavily on this “little girl”.
“Sir, what does your little girlfriend like?”
Lu Yan pondered for a moment and said, “Me.”
“…”
Lu Yan did not feel that he was spouting nonsense. An’an had never taken a liking to anything else while growing up. Other girls enjoyed having fashionable clothes and bags, watching movies or traveling, but An’an had never requested anything before. She only liked him.
He suddenly thought of how An’an had been revolving around him all these years.
He was her entire world.
It was as if a feather had lightly stroked his heart, which perturbed his usually calm heart.
