She spruced up her hair, then poked at Lu Yi’s chest.
“Why are you carrying me like a sack of rice?”
“Habit,” said Lu Yi, fastening his and Yan Huan’s seatbelt. He was actually used to that way of carrying. It was fast and fuss-free.
“Next time,” Yan Huan poked his chest again. “Carry me like a princess. Get it?”
“Got it,” said Lu Yi. Then again, habits die hard. He reached out and helped Yan Huan fasten her seatbelt.
Yan Huan looked up, examined his serious profile under the dim street light. That smileless expression again. When he was about to stand, Yan Huan reached out and hooped her hands around her neck.
She gave her a French kiss.
Of course, this was an activity that needed Lu Yi’s cooperation. Lu Yi paused, then took the initiative. He was rather cautious at first, but forget his reserve later on.
“Inspector Lu…” Yan Huan’s lips were close to his ears, her soft breath tingled his senses.
“Hm?” Lu Yi raised his brows, his eyes fixed on the lovely beauty before him. He appeared calm, but his physical reactions said otherwise.
He propped himself up with his arms. On his forehead, a fine sheen of sweat had formed on the bulging veins. A little push might be enough to make him lose his senses.
“Lu Yi,” Yan Huan landed a sudden bite on his ear. “I want to sleep with you.”
Pa! Lu Yi flicked at her forehead. Then, he rubbed at the bold woman’s forehead gently.
“Don’t speak nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense,” said Yan Huan, playing with his buttons.
“This is to prevent others from eyeing on you in the future. I have decided that I must sleep with you.”
“Or could it be…” Her eyes stopped at a certain part of the inspector. “You can’t?”
The veins on Lu Yi’s forehead jumped.
“Yan Huan!”
His warning voice would have scared others, but not Yan Huan. Lu Yi could beat anyone, but he could never lay a finger on Yan Huan.
Lu Yi really wanted to kill her. He shut his eyes, drew a deep breath, and went back to his seat. He drove away. Fang Zhu was still puking and raging at where she was, but that’s nobody’s business now.
Yan Huan took out her phone. For some reason, she called Ye Shuyun.
“Oh, my son has gotten him a vixen?” said Ye Shuyun, caressing the fat cat in her arms. “Tell me, what do you look like?”
“23 years old, with the looks of a vixen.”
Ye Shuyun was amused by her words. Seems like her son wasn’t lying when he said he had a girlfriend. Not every woman could be a vixen. You got to know, you have to be very beautiful to be a vixen.
She was certain that with a vixen daughter-in-law, her grandsons would be born with pretty faces. She could show them off to everyone. The notion excited her, and she squeezed Little Bean enough to make it squeal and react defensively.
Lu Yi held the door open for Yan Huan. Yan Huan went barefoot.
“Wear these,” said Lu Yi, bending over and placing a pair of sandals before her. “Don’t walk around barefoot.”
“Don’t wanna,” Yan Huan stepped onto his large feet. “I won’t go anywhere unless you carry me.”
Fine, Lu Yi carried her right away. A woman of 40 kg was too light for him.
Lu Yi laid her down on his large bed. She pulled him closer.
There were only a few centimeters between them. They could smell each other’s scent, and that aroused them.
It’s often said that alcohol messes with one’s mind, but they were about to lose their senses even without the devil’s water.
Lu Yi caressed her beautiful features. He was hesitating, offering her a chance to change her mind. However, the chances weren’t unlimited.
“Ms. Yan, do you still want to sleep with me?” He narrowed his eyes and gave her a warning look.
“Of course,” said Yan Huan, pulling his tie closer. “Unless Inspector Lu isn’t capable of the deed.”
Women should never say that to men. That was crossing the line. Where the man’s line was, she would have to find out.
A fire burned in Lu Yi’s dark eyes, a fiery thing that spread and burned everything.
Yan Huan was the one that lit the fire, and she was the only one who could put it out. Crush her, kill her, she wouldn’t regret a thing.
The night was still long.
In that secluded room of Lu Yi’s, what happened next was,
shh, a secret.
Of course, no one pummeled their wall or yelled: “Keep the noise down…”
Yan Huan felt like she had a good sleep. She tried to stretch, but found her arms sore and immovable. The languidness was comfortable.
“Awake?” A large hand rested on hers. She smiled, narrowed her eyes, and rubbed her face against the hand.
The memories of the night played in her mind. It wasn’t exactly her first time—she had been married to Lu Qin for nearly 4 years, and they did more than chatting under the sheets. However, it was her first time in this life.
She rested her hand on his shoulders. How great, to be able to give him a clean and pure her in this life.
Lu Yi pecked at her forehead. “Sleep more. We’ll head out later.”
“Okay,” said Yan Huan. She snuggled into Lu Yi’s chest, but felt his tenseness and the heat from a certain spot.
A heat that made her blush. An irresistible heat.
Don’t wanna, it still hurts, she pouted. It really did hurt down there. Reserved my ass! He was an animal in bed—a wolf. She decided she would call him that in the future.
Lu Yi puffed. In the heat of the previous night, he forgot it was her first time.
Even though he didn’t really care whether it was her first, every man had the mindset of comparing. In her previous life, Yan Huan didn’t give her first to Lu Qin, and he never forgot to remind her about it for a long time.
She knew that Lu Yi wasn’t a piece of trash like Lu Qin and wouldn’t mind whether it was her first, and that he only cared about whether her love was genuine, but she still wanted to present him with the best version of herself.
