447 I Am Already Your Woman, You Still Do Not Want Me? (1/2)

In the eyes of the world, the male eagle spread its wings and soared in the sky, but this girl had tattooed it onto her delicate, fair skin.

It was as if someone had tossed a small stone onto his calm and imperturbable heart. Ripples formed in Lu Yan's heart and he gradually raised his coarse finger to repeatedly stroke the eagle.

An'an raked her fair hand through his wet, short hair and placed her lotus-like little lips onto his forehead. She kissed his forehead passionately and her kisses trailed down to his eyes. ”Ah Yan, this will be your home in the future. I'll give you a home.”

Home.

Lu Yan heard this unfamiliar word and closed his eyes gently. Home? Where was his home, anyway?

An'an kissed his thin lips and gently stuck out her little tongue to tease him. ”Ah Yan, I turned eighteen years old today.”

I turned eighteen years old today.

Lu Yan's throat bobbed and his blood boiled. She had grown up. She was already eighteen years old.

She was only five years old when he brought her back home. He had raised her until she was eighteen years old.

”Ah Yan, please don't get engaged to Wang Yingying. I'll give my eighteen-year-old self to you, in place of your engagement banquet, okay?” An'an said meekly. She was methodically attacking the defenses of his heart.

Lu Yan's brown eyes were bloodshot. He could not withstand the temptation any longer. She was seducing him intentionally.

His handsome body leaned backwards into the sofa indolently and with a hint of depravity. His strong arm was placed on the back of the sofa and he closed his eyes. His entire body felt terrible.

”An'an, you are eighteen years old, but I'm thirty five years old…” His voice was hot and hoarse, as though it had been raked through hot coal.

An'an kissed his thin lips. ”Ah Yan, I have leukemia. I'm not sure how much longer I can live. Who knows, I may die tomorrow or maybe in a month, or a year. Let's just enjoy the present and not think of the future. You like women, don't you? I am a woman too.”

Enjoy the present. Could he think so simply?

Lu Yan stretched out his large palms and held her slender waist. He was able to put his palms together, while encircling her waist. Her waist was indeed tender and supple.

He furrowed his good-looking brows and kissed her male eagle…

…

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by Wang Yingying's voice. ”Have you all seen Master Yan?”

”Master Yan is inside this room. He has not come out yet,” the servant responded.

”Understood.”

Wang Yingying placed her hand on the doorknob. She was about to open the door, when she realized the door had been locked from inside.

She had a bad premonition, because she realized that An'an was also missing.

She had always felt that the relationship between An'an and Lu Yan was bizarre. She had seen how An'an had chased after Lu Yan's car and the way that Lu Yan looked at An'an was also different.

If a man were to treat a woman differently, it could be discerned, first and foremost, from the way he looked at her.

Lu Yan was missing. An'an was also missing. She felt that something was amiss.

And now, the door was also locked from inside. Wang Yingying stiffened and abruptly knocked on the door. ”Master Yan, are you inside? What are you doing? Why did you have to lock the door from inside? Is there someone else in the room?”

Wang Yingying's voice came through the door. Lu Yan's body became rigid. An'an was lying on the sofa and her white muslin dress had been swept up by him and was hanging loosely in a messy fashion. The girl's beautiful and pale face flushed, her lips swollen from their fervent kisses.

It was as though a tub of icy cold water had drenched him from head to toe. Lu Yan instantly became sober. What was he doing?

He abruptly got off from the girl's body.