657 Lets Talk About Love 16 (1/2)

”An'an…” Lu Yan murmured again. He held her hand with his calloused palm and interlaced his fingers with hers.

”An'an, I want you…”

He wanted to get intimate with her.

With his head was nuzzling against her cheeks, it hurt her a little. An'an was reminded of her first time with him, it happened during his engagement ceremony with that socialite, she had drugged herself and lost her virginity to him.

She was already his.

But that happened when she wanted to be intimate with him. Now, everything had changed and things were different. She didn't want it anymore.

She turned her face, whispering in his ear, ”Have you washed it clean? That woman's mouth is extremely dirty.”

He was stunned.

Their bodies were getting warm under the blankets and his body temperature was recovering to normal. An'an retracted her hand and got down the bed, leaving the room.

Lu Yan lay on the bed alone, without that delicate body under him, the bed is truly hard. His eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes slowly.

Though his eyes were bloodshot and he seemed extremely drained, one could also tell that he regained a grip over himself.

He was awake.

It felt as though a cold tub of water had drenched him from head to toe when she asked whether he had washed himself clean already. He had instantly woken up.

The dreams dissipated in an instant.

His lips were raised into a wry smile, and he closed his eyes again.

…

The next morning.

Lu Yan's fever had finally subsided and An Xi took his temperature. It was finally normal again, but his infection hadn't healed yet.

”Brother Ah Yan, I'll get a basin of water over and help you wipe your body,” An Xi said.

Lu Yan had sustained serious injuries from the previous night and wasn't allowed to take a shower. He slumped against the bed frame and his fringe had covered his brown eyes. No one could tell what was on his mind.

As the days passed, he had only become more quiet and reclusive.

An Xi entered the bathroom and brought a basin of water out. Wringing out the hot towel with her hands, she wiped Lu Yan's face first.

The towel moved downwards and An Xi avoided his wounds carefully, wiping his upper body.

He wasn't wearing anything on top since it was too inconvenient when she had to bandage his upper body. When An Xi held the towel and wiped his body, she had some contact with his chest muscles and eight pack, her face flushed red.

She was right in front of a hunky, masculine man. It was impossible for a woman's face not to flush red when being so close.

An Xi washed the towel and stood beside his bed hesitantly. Almost unconsciously, her gaze riveted on Lu Yan's pants.

”Brother Ah Yan, do you need me to wipe… down there?” An Xi asked in a soft voice.

Lu Yan had one knee bent and his hand was on it. He lowered his eyes and didn't bother to reply her, behaving as if he hadn't heard her words.

An Xi took a deep breath and stretched her hands out, preparing to unbuckle his belt.

But once her hands were on his belt, a large palm suddenly grasped her wrist.

An Xi froze, he had lifted his head and his eyes were bloodshot as he furrowed his brows and looked at her with displeasure.

Seeing his face, An Xi's face turned even more red, she wanted to explain herself. ”Brother Ah Yan…”

But they suddenly heard a soft but sarcastic voice. ”It seems like I've interrupted the two of you.”