Nalan Chunbo tilted his head, then picked her up and sat her on his lap with her legs apart so she couldn’t hide it.
Wen Shan was speechless.
Wen Shan looked at him, her eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed.
Nalan Chunbo found the woman so alluring. Even if she did enter a black hole in a parallel universe or that little brat really was her son, he knew that he could not let go of this woman.
“Shan’er.” His voice was husky with a need they both understood, but the way he addressed her made her body tremble.
Who said that only women were seductive? This man was better than any woman when it came to being coquettish.
Wen Shan spoke, her voice startlingly different.
Perhaps this voice stimulated the gentleman, and Nalan Chunbo immediately stood up while holding Wen Shan in his arms. Wen Shan yelped, her legs clasping his waist tightly. Her hands held his neck and she stared at him with wide eyes as he carried her to his bedroom.
It had barely been a week since she confessed. They had not even gone out to watch a movie yet. Wasn’t this too fast?
“Papa Nalan!” Wen Shan cried out when she was placed on the bed by Nalan Chunbo. Her girlish cry made Nalan Chunbo groan as his body reacted.
Nalan Chunbo leaned down and kissed her, but he was not as gentle as just now so that she could not refuse.
“Shan’er, we will get married,” he whispered. He would be responsible for her. He surely would be responsible for her.
Hence…
Wen Shan’s chest was heaving, but whether it was out of desire or anxiousness, she didn’t know.
However, if that person was Nalan Chunbo, she was fine with it.
The temperature in the room got higher as fewer clothes covered Wen Shan’s body. They could not help but be reckless since this was their first time making love.
Wen Shan was extremely anxious but she could not bear to push him away.
Everyone knew Nalan Chunbo was a disciplined person, but no one knew that he lost his control sometimes too.
Wen Shan liked that she was the only one that knew about it.
“Ah, it hurts!” Wen Shan suddenly shouted, pushing at Nalan Chunbo.
Nalan Chunbo’s expression turned into one of confusion as sweat dripped down his face.
Hurt? How could she be hurt before he even entered?
“Shan’er.”
“No, no. Just stop, it hurts.” Wen Shan was already sensitive and her body really hurt this time, making tears roll down her cheeks.
Nalan Chunbo was twelve years older than Wen Shan. He panicked and did not have the mood to continue when he saw his little girl crying in pain.
He rolled off and pulled Wen Shan who was crying and trembling into his arms, still perplexed.
Nothing had been even done yet.
Wen Shan was still sobbing. She then looked up at Nalan Chumbo with watery eyes. “I’m scared.”
Not because of the pain, but she was afraid that she had lost the memory of that time.
If Ding Yuejia was her child, she could not persuade herself to continue being with Nalan Chunbo.
She was still a traditional woman no matter how lively and cheerful she was.
Nalan Chunbo felt distressed. He knew what Wen Shan meant. She did not feel hurt because of the pain, it was the fear in her heart that had deepened her sensitivity towards the pain.
He understood. That was why he chose to stop.
