696 The Countdown of Yan and An 10 (1/2)

Lu Yan had many relationships with women in his life but he had never been obsessed with them. This girl called An'an turned out to be his Achilles' Heel.

His muscular arm held her slender waist and lifted her up easily. The 1.9 meters man carried the girl and walked towards the washroom. His large hand supported her pert bottom and he smiled. \”I'm not pinning my hopes on you to bear a child for me.\”

An'an wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his muscular torso. She buried her head in his neck and murmured in confusion.

\”After giving birth, you have to compete with the child for my attention and love.\”

\”…\”

An'an felt like she had eaten a piece of candy and the sweetness spread to her heart. Did he feel like he was carrying his own daughter while he was carrying her?

…

An'an was placed on the toilet bowl. \”You go out first.\”

Lu Yan took her sanitary pad and gave her a glance. \”How about Daddy changes it for you?\”

An'an snatched the sanitary pad forcefully and threw it onto his handsome face.

Lu Yan smiled gleefully. Putting one hand into his pocket, he picked up the sanitary pad and placed it back in her hand. He left the washroom and waited for her while leaning against the wall.

After she had finished, Lu Yan went over to carry her again. After he washed her hands with warm water, he placed her on the bed.

An'an's arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Now, one of Lu Yan's legs was on the carpet and the other leg was kneeling on the bedsheets while the girl was hanging onto him. He placed his hands by the sides of her body. \”Let go! If you don't let go, it means that you want it again.\”

An'an looked at his handsome, cold face with watery eyes. \”If you want it again, then go and look for other women.\”

Lu Yan said, \”Are you done or not?\”

He tugged her hands down from his neck and got up to leave.

But he did not leave. Instead, he hunched his body to tidy up the room. There were documents, fruits and broken pieces of the rattan chair everywhere.

He did not ask the servant to come over to tidy up. He did it all himself.

An'an looked at him as he moved around the room.

She got down the bed, lunged towards the man and hugged his muscular torso.

Lu Yan froze and promptly stood up. He was still holding a crumpled piece of document in his hand. \”An'an, do you care about my past?\”

If not, why would she keep asking him to look for other women?

It must be that she still cared.

An'an nuzzled her face into his handsome and muscular back. \”Lu Yan, are you really oblivious or just pretending to be oblivious? I do not mind your past at all. All I care about is the present and the future. Can you tell me that there won't be anyone else in the future besides me? Can you promise me that?\”

Lu Yan's handsome features relaxed and he promptly turned around. He stroked her delicate face with his calloused fingers. \”So you kicked up a fuss today over this?\”

An'an pummeled him with her fists. \”Let me ask you. What am I to you to now? Am I nothing to you, besides being your companion in bed?\”

Lu Yan curved his cold lips and his brown eyes sparkled with affection. \”What kind of relationship do you want with me?\”

An'an did not speak a word and merely looked at him with her big eyes, which made him desire her even more.

As Lu Yan lifted her by her svelte waist and pinned her down onto the soft bed, he stared at her red lips. \”May I kiss you?\”

\”Mm.\”

Lu Yan smiled and captured her lips tenderly but with an impassioned vigor. His mouth was filled with the taste of her. Her young, maidenly scent was even more addictive than drugs.

As An'an hugged onto his neck, her lips sucked on the tip of his tongue.

Lu Yan groaned and promptly released her.