649 Lets Talk About Love 8 (1/2)

The door was closed and only a small gap was left open. After removing his clothes, he began to take a shower.

The cold water had drenched him from head to toe and he was silent, even more so than his usual self. All he did was bathe himself.

All that was heard was the sound of water dripping.

An'an felt something warm on her cheeks, it turns out her tears had trickled down unknowingly. She bit down on her lower lip with her teeth, trying hard to control herself and not make any sound.

She hated him so much inside, he was fooling around with a prostitute but she just couldn't help herself. She felt a twinge in her chest seeing him in such a state, her heart was aching for him.

It was as though a needle had pierced right through her heart, she couldn't help but want to curl up and cry because it hurt so much.

What was wrong with him?

What had happened to him?

How did he even get so many wounds on his body?

Wasn't he still serving a jail sentence? Why was he here in Miaojiang?

It was impossible not to notice his current living conditions. He was merely serving a jail sentence, the court didn't even confiscate his wealth; and even if they really did, he had his ways of getting money in his hands. Why did he have to live so pathetically?

Was he trying to act pitiful?

He knew for a fact… that her heart would ache if she saw him like this.

An'an closed the room door and stepped inside. She placed the tray on the table and sat on his bed.

They finally got to meet each other and he had become so different she could hardly recognize him. But it appeared that this was the true him, with all his masks removed.

But the cold hard truth was hard to ignore. In the end, there was something that remained the same. Despite everything, he still enjoyed fooling around with women.

She couldn't understand, why was he such a womanizer?

…

Lu Yan took a cold shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping outside the bathroom. He had forgotten to bring some clean clothes with him.

The clean clothes were placed beside the bed.

He walked over to reach for the clothes but he noticed a lithe figure sitting on his bed. An'an hadn't left.

She was still sitting on the bed, dressed in her luxurious, lacy dress. Amongst such decrepit surroundings, she stood out like a blooming rose in the wastelands.

His fringe had covered his bloodshot eyes and he crouched down to reach for the clothes.

But a tiny hand reached over even quicker and took away his clothes.

Lu Yan lifted his head and demanded, ”Return me my clothes!”

”No.” An'an glanced at his brawny figure, ”Do you still need clothes? I don't think that you need them anymore. A man like you should be stripped naked and paraded around, so you can have a taste of the punishments given to women in the past!”

Women in the past were usually stripped naked and paraded along the streets when they committed adultery or anything of that sort.

Lu Yan glared at her, his gaze piercing.

An'an's gaze shifted down, landing on the towel around his waist. ”Do you dare to take this piece of fig leaf away and let me see for myself how big you are down there, to the point where women will throw themselves at you?”

She emphasized how big he was down there.

Lu Yan glared at her, not uttering a single word. He merely walked over and sat on the chair, beginning to dress his own wound.

Since she didn't allow him to have any dinner, he ended up not eating anything.

Since she didn't allow him to dress himself, he ended up not wearing anything.

She was venting all of her pent up anger on him and he allowed her to do it.