310 That Was His First Kiss (1/2)

Qingqing felt that she was being neglected, he was still flirting with her when they were standing at the staircase, but now, he seemed to have zero interest in her.

What was wrong?

Fixing her gaze on him, the room was lit up with a faint yellow light and the looks of him bending over to smoke exuded an indescribable charm. The man was unrestrained and downright sexy. At the same time, when he frowned without uttering a word, he seemed… lonely, as though his heart was empty.

It was as though he had spent his entire life without any companion.

Qingqing was reminded of the little girl in the lobby just now, she seemed to be as lonely as him.

They were both reclusive and fate brought them together to comfort each other. 13 years had gone by in the blink of an eye, all that was left for them was an ill-fated entanglement and also…

”Master Yan, why are you giving Qingqing the cold shoulder?” Qingqing ran forward to hug Lu Yan.

But she didn't manage to hug him, he lightly pushed away her forehead with the cigarette still in his hand, not allowing her to get any closer.

His deep voice was in her ear, making a sneering comment, ”Don't be so desperate, hold yourself back a little, hm?”

”…”

Qingqing's beautiful face blushed, she lifted her eyes to look at him but in the haziness, his brown eyes were profound and it was impossible for anyone to decipher his thoughts.

”Master Yan, don't you want Qingqing to serve you?”

Lu Yan took in a puff of the cigarette, judging the woman from head to toe as he teased her, ”Oh? How do you plan to serve me?”

Qingqing's eyes lit up, this man seemed to be interested in her and so she sashayed over, swaying her sexy hips in front of him. ”Master Yan, how would you like me to serve you?”

How to serve him?

The smell of tobacco was getting a little strong and Lu Yan frowned. There was something strange in his throat and his palm was still sweaty. His entire mind was filled with the scene of them in the cramped closet, when she stretched out her little tongue…

His glance paused at Qingqing's red lips and the atmosphere heated up.

Qingqing understood his heated gaze and she stepped forward and blinked flirtatiously, sticking out her tongue to lick her own lips in a suggestive manner.

”Master Yan…”

The voice was too sweet.