Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Let’s wait for a little while longer. I’m going upstairs,” Lu Yan said in a nonchalant manner before he strode upstairs.
…
In the room upstairs.
Lu Yan kicked open the bathroom door. He held his cell phone in his large, coarse palm and rasped into the phone, “Wenbin, get me an antidote. I’ve been drugged by the ‘Aphrodisiac Scent’.”
He hung up the phone and threw it into a bamboo basket. Stretching out his long fingers to undo the buttons on his shirt, he pulled off his shirt and trousers and stood under the cold shower.
Wenbin would need some time to concoct the antidote. In the meantime, he needed to take a cold shower.
The icy cold water hit his defined muscles. Those little water droplets cascaded down his muscular chest and trickled into his merman lines and eight pack abdominal muscles. It was a provocative scene of a man in the shower.
If the young ladies downstairs had seen him in such a scene now, they would definitely scream and faint.
After showering for a few minutes, he felt somewhat better. He did not use his hand to pleasure himself as there was no need to.
If anything, the ‘Aphrodisiac Scent’ made him feel terrible, but the discomfort was physical and not physiological and thus, he did not feel the need to seek relief.
Turning off the tap, he stepped out with his body still wet. He took a towel to wipe the water droplets on his body, wrapped a towel around his muscular waist and walked out of the bathroom.
He stepped into the room and his broad body promptly stiffened.
There was a delicate figure in the room. An’an had come.
It was not known when she had arrived. Had she been waiting here the whole time?
Rage flashed across Lu Yan’s brown eyes. He glared at the girl ferociously and moved his lips into a snarl, “Get out!”
An’an’s icy cold gaze glided from the man’s handsome face to the towel wrapped around his waist.
There were many little beads of water on Lu Yan’s bronze skin. He was indolent just now and did not wipe himself dry. His fringe was even hanging down his forehead, which covered his brown eyes. The girl’s gaze was fixated on him. He moved himself so that his back was facing her, so that she could not see him.
An’an walked over, stretched out her fair hand and hugged his muscular torso.
The girl’s delicate scent wafted from behind. Lu Yan felt his throat was on fire. F*ck! So much for the cold shower.
“An’an, I will say it one more time. Get out. If you do not get out, I will get someone to throw you out…”
Before he could complete his sentence, he felt chilly down below. The towel wrapped around his waist was snatched away by the girl.
Lu Yan’s breathing hitched and a terrifying rage ripped out from his chest. He turned around and looked towards the girl.
An’an backed away, clutching his towel in her fair hand. The dazzling chandelier in the room shone at her little face, accentuating the softness of the tiny hairs on her face. She looked at him, arched her beautiful eyebrows and said bluntly, “Ah Yan, you are naked.”
“…”
Lu Yan balled up his large fists and uttered two words through clenched teeth. “Return it!”
An’an held up the towel in her little hand, her voice challenging, “You want this? Then come here and take it.”
She wanted him to go over.
Lu Yan stared at her for a while, before striding over to her. He stretched out his coarse, large hand to snatch it. “Give it back…”
“I’m not giving it back!”
When he was snatching away the towel, An’an turned around and Lu Yan’s strong arm grasped the towel from her arms. Because of this action, he had assumed the position of him hugging her from behind.
Her delicate, fragrant body collapsed into his embrace without any warning and he stiffened completely.
Rage at its peak rose within his chest. He hunched his broad body and admonished in her ear, “You want men so much, huh? Is it that your body will itch if you don’t seduce me?”
An’an softened her body and leaned backwards, nestling into his embrace. She fluttered her long eyelashes and gently said, “That is because you are so bad already. There were so many women who threw themselves at you and you did not reject their advances. I want to grow up soon, so that I can fight with them over you. I don’t know how to keep you by my side. You are always pushing me away.”
Being an eighteen-year-old girl, her knowledge was limited and she learned things from observing the world around her. She did not want to be like that, but what else could she do? He did not want her.
What could she do to make him stay by her side?
She did not like seeing him with other women. There were always so many women who threw themselves at him. That year, while standing at the door, she saw him pinning down a woman on the bed. His forehead was sweaty and he was panting vigorously. He had a look of ferocity and self-indulgence. From his actions, she could see the pleasure in his eyes.
She wished she were older, so that she could make him happy too.
She nestled into his embrace. Lu Yan’s muscular chest rose up and down. Strands of her smooth hair caressed his handsome face. It was slightly itchy and very fragrant.
His large palms, which were hanging by his sides, were sweaty. He could not control himself and spread out his arms to hug her. He hugged her forcefully.
He buried his head deep into her neck and sniffed. He started to kiss her little face. All he wanted was to kiss her for a very long time.
Ever since she appeared at the engagement banquet.
An’an turned around and released her hand. The towel fell onto the carpet. She stretched out her fair, delicate hands to hug his neck, then tiptoed to kiss him back.
Lu Yan kissed with the ferocity of a jackal, fulfilling her desire to be kissed passionately and finally his tongue linked with the tip of her tongue.
An’an became breathless. She felt that the man was going to suck out her soul. Her fair little face started to redden and she was gasping for breath.
“Mmm, mmm!”
Upon hearing her voice, Lu Yan became sober in the blink of an eye and swiftly released her little mouth.
An’an gasped for breath. Her lotus-like little mouth was swollen from his kiss.
She looked at him with bright eyes. She had so much to say to him, but she was unable to express herself. She had the demeanor of a delicate little girl.
Lu Yan slowly let go of her. He could no longer be so self-indulgent.
She would not have a future if she were to follow him.
He turned around and left.
How could he have so much perseverance? He had been drugged and he was still able to resist her and leave, even though he was facing her head on.
She ran to him, hugged him and pushed him backwards. Lu Yan fell back onto the sofa.
An’an climbed onto his muscular thigh and sat down. “Ah Yan, I have something to show you.”
After speaking, she raised her fair and delicate hand to pull down the V collar shoulder strap from her shoulder, revealing a wound on her left side.
The wound had been stabbed and doused with two drops of acid before, leaving a scar. Now this scar had become… an eagle.
She had tattooed a soaring eagle on her wound.
“Ah Yan, is this nice? This is you. In my heart, you are the eagle. Now I have you carved onto my heart forever.”
Lu Yan looked at the eagle. The male eagle spread its wings on her delicate, fair skin. It was like ferocity juxtaposed against the gentleness of pure snow. The eagle tattoo did not suit her, but when it was tattooed on her skin, it strongly stimulated one’s sight and was surprisingly compatible with her.
