690 The Countdown of Yan and An 4 (1/2)

An'an glanced at him and promptly turned around to return to her own room. She put on a long knitted sweater and hastened downstairs.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Lu Yan raised his head and looked up. A figure clad in pale yellow was running down the vintage staircase.

Lu Yan stuck both hands into his trousers pockets and looked at her carefully. She was wearing a white dress beneath her pale yellow sweater. There was a small slit in her white floral embroidered skirt, which revealed her fair slender legs. She was wearing a pair of pink sandals on her feet. This eighteen-year-old girl was extremely youthful and delicate.

Lu Yan arched his good-looking brows and lightly rubbed his hands against his trousers.

She had run all the way over. He had looked at her all the way, as though he could never get sick of her.

A servant had already bent down to change shoes for Lu Yan. This servant was young and pretty, and the most crucial thing was that her figure was very good. She was wearing a form-fitting uniform and her deep cleavage could be seen beneath her broad collar.

An'an had seen this servant's cleavage when she ran over. Her youthful and beautiful face did not reveal much of an expression. \”You may leave first. I will do it.\”

The servant startled and immediately looked up at the man. Lu Yan was not even looking at her. His gaze was riveted on An'an instead.

\”Yes, Elder Miss.\” The servant retreated to one side.

An'an walked over, hunched her delicate body, and stretched her fair hands out to change shoes for him.

Lu Yan looked down at her. This girl was bowing her head and changing shoes for him. She looked extremely obedient, as if she were a newborn kitten nestling at his feet.

After his slippers were worn, he kicked her shin.

Her slender legs were closed together when she was bending down and she looked very prim and proper, but his heart itched while looking at her.

He kicked her slightly with the tip of his slippers.

An'an looked at him with her large, watery eyes, and the man stared at her flirtatiously.

He was teasing her.

It was as if he was teasing his pet kitten.

An'an pouted her pink lips and stood up to walk away.

But she had only just lifted her feet when a calloused palm grasped her slender wrist and gave it a vigorous tug.

An'an's delicate body collided against the man's muscular chest.

Her head hurt. His chest seemed to be made of steel and it was so cold and hard. She let out a cry when she knocked against him.

\”Ah!\”

At this moment, two long fingers grasped her exquisite chin and forced her to raise her head. She heard a man's low, teasing voice. \”What are you calling like that for? You sound like a cat.\”

Her voice was soft and meek. Her cry made his scalp tingle.

This man was flirting with her. He was so indecent.

Although An'an was already his woman and they had done intimate acts together already, she was still young and naive and did not have any interactions with other men. His flirting left her face red and her gaze evasive.

Previously at Miaojiang, he kept a distance from her. No matter how much the women outside tried to seduce him, he would not touch nor flirt with her.

But now he seemed to have changed into a different person. His eyes were blazing with emotion.

An'an was not used to it and she was unable to withstand his flirting. Placing her fair hands on his firm chest, she wanted to push him away.

But Lu Yan did not move. He saw that she was wriggling about in his arms and her scent wafted to his nose. He had not known that women could smell so good.

His strong arm held her svelte waist and lifted her up gently to the corner of the wall.

With her delicate back against the wall, An'an wanted to move, but at this moment there was a loud bam as Lu Yan placed his palm beside her body and blocked her way completely.

\”Why? Are you shy?\”

His low and hoarse voice rang in An'an's ears, making her legs feel weak.