His masculinity was coming in her face, An’an’s face flushed red and her heart started palpitating.
Lu Yan turned around, looking at her. “I’ll go take a shower.”
“Mm.” She responded but was puzzled in the next moment. “What?”
Why was he going to take a shower?
Her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were filled with confusion, she appeared really innocent and adorable.
The corners of Lu Yan’s lips kicked up, his eyes crinkling into a smile, revealing a mature man’s charms. “Why are you so confused?”
His voice was deep and magnetic, slightly gentle and it was just downright attractive.
An’an felt as though her ears were going to get pregnant hearing his voice. She waved her hands, explaining with her face all red. “I asked to meet you in a hotel not because… of that. You don’t need to… take a shower…”
Lu Yan raised his brows, asking even when he knew the answer, “What’s your ‘that’?”
“I…”
“I’m just going to take a shower, what does that have to do with your ‘that’?”
“…”
An’an was so embarrassed, her entire face turning so red. She seemed to be fanning the flame with her explanation.
‘That’ simply meant she had asked him to come do it with her.
But she hadn’t meant to imply that.
She hadn’t even thought about that at all.
She had Little Yan in her stomach now, the doctor had already told her that they couldn’t get intimate in the first trimester.
Placing her hands behind her while she tugged on the fabric of her dress, her lashes fluttered while she peeked at him secretly. It was only then she finally realized that he had been looking at her since just now.
Lu Yan had one hand in his pocket while he pinned her with an unwavering gaze. The shy look on her face made him want to tease her even more, his gaze becoming even more passionate.
His gaze was just like molten lava, almost setting her on fire, she was almost melting.
An’an was stunned. This man had been a carnivore all along, never suppressing his desires and he looked at her with that very same gaze whenever he wanted to get intimate with her.
Was he thinking about it?
Lu Yan spoke, “I’m going to take a shower.”
After saying that, he turned around.
As he walked over to step into the bathroom, he unbuckled his belt easily and pulled it out, throwing it on the couch.
That entire stream of fluid movement was so cool.
An’an’s face turned even more red, she was so mesmerized by him.
…
The bathroom was filled with the sounds of running water. An’an stood in the balcony for a while, trying to make the redness on her face go away with the wind.
The room felt so stuffy. She felt so hot all over, all because of him.
After her face had gotten less red, she re-entered the room and poured herself a glass of warm water.
Bringing the cup to her lips, just as she was about to drink the water, the bathroom door opened. Refreshing, cold wind gushed out from the bathroom after he had taken a shower.
An’an lifted her eyes, there was a mirror in front and she could see him in it.
Lu Yan had taken a shower, his hair dripping wet over his forehead. He put on the hotel’s bathrobe, roughly tying the band around his waist and a huge portion of his muscular chest had been revealed.
His figure was so good, it made one’s heart palpitate once they saw him. An’an saw his muscular chest muscles and those eight packs.
She quickly averted her eyes, not daring to look at him again.
She heard some steady footsteps. He had walked over, stopping behind her.
As he stood there, he sandwiched her between his chest and the counter. He was quite a fan of standing behind her and not making a single sound.
An’an quickly took a few sips of water.
“I’m thirsty, let me have some water,” he said.
“Oh.” An’an handed the glass of water over to him.
Lu Yan didn’t reach his hand out to take it. He just lowered his head, finishing the remaining water in the glass in a gulp while the cup was still in her hands.
The water was all gone.
“I’m still thirsty.” He looked right in her eyes.
“I’ll pour you more water.”
An’an poured more water into the glass.
But a large hand reached over to snatch away the cup in her hand. Grasping her waist with one arm, he forced her to turn around with one twist.
“You’re doing it on purpose?”
He asked before moving forward to kiss her on the lips.
Mm!
An’an’s pupils dilated as she had suddenly been kissed by him. Before she could even process his ‘on purpose’, he moved over and kissed her.
He kissed her so passionately, pressing his lips on hers before he forced his tongue inside her mouth.
He explored every corner of her mouth, kissing her so overbearingly she had to gasp for air.
An’an hadn’t been kissed in such a way in a very long time. Her legs went weak once she had to take such advances from him. But he managed to catch hold of her slim waist, lifting her up easily as he placed her on the counter.
Though she was shorter than him by a lot, once she was placed on the counter, she became taller than him. He furrowed his brows, continuing to kiss her even more passionately.
“Ah Yan, don’t do this…”
An’an was just like a fish that was about to drown, she used her last bit of rationality to turn her head away, not letting him kiss her anymore.
“Ah Yan, stop taking advantage of me. I asked you to meet me here because I have something important to tell you…”
“Tell me what? Didn’t you ask me out so that we could do it?” He let out a chuckle.
What did he say?
An’an balled her hands into two fists and pummeled him. “Don’t forget who you are now. You’re the General!”
He behaved so cool and unsmiling outside, but he wasn’t like that at all.
“Stop wasting time!” Lu Yan kissed her cheeks, pulling her clothes apart while he did so. “I’ve held myself in for so long, if I continue to hold it in I’m going to ruin my health. Let me release my load tonight.”
“…”
An’an was reminded of the conversation between those girls in the bar that night. Men in the army had no chances of meeting women for extended periods of time.
Take those soldiers who had families in the married quarters out of the discussion. But he hadn’t gotten married yet, he only hung out with men.
Lu Yan continued pulling her clothes but hadn’t managed to take it off. She wasn’t wearing a dress that day.
An’an wore a denim dungaree with a white shirt inside. The straps hung over her delicate shoulders and accentuated her chest. It was a loose fitting dungaree and made her appear even younger than she was.
She put her hair into a bun and appeared just like an 18 year old.
Lu Yan frowned, pulling the straps over her shoulders. “God damn it, what the hell are you wearing?”
An’an snatched the strap over from his hand. She got so anxious after being taken advantage of by him, her eyes teary as she retaliated, “What am I wearing? It’s all because you’re too old and have questionable taste!”
It was common for pregnant ladies to wear dungarees. She wore such casual and loose fitting outfits after learning of her pregnancy.
