839 A Million Times for You 201 (1/2)
An Xiaoning was almost bewitched by his coquettish tone. Who'd have guessed that someone who looked so cold and aloof on the surface would turn out to be like a child at such a moment?
She pinched his cheeks and said, ”Ah, you're melting my heart. Fine, I'll agree to your request.”
His eyes lit up with joy, and he immediately unbuckled his safety belt, alighted from the car, and carried her out of the passenger seat.
An Xiaoning draped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest to hear his pounding heartbeat. Boom… boom…
Anyone who saw them hurriedly covered their mouths and scurried away, for they were afraid of being berated.
He carried her all the way into the bedroom.
He then lowered her onto the bed slowly and removed her shoes. ”Do you want to take a shower?”
”Yes.”
He nodded and began to undress her, removing her clothes piece after piece.
Afterward, he carried her into the bathroom and washed her hair for her.
”Whenever you help bathe me, I always feel like I'm crippled and fully paralyzed.”
”Don't you like it?”
”I love it. I enjoy being served by you. However, don't spoil me too much and end up making me get used to it, because I'll feel sad when you stop treating me like this one day,” said An Xiaoning, closing her eyes and savoring the pleasure of having her head massaged by him.
”I'll always dote on you and spoil you rotten, to the point that I'll be the only one who can tolerate your demanding ways. That way, I'll be the only person you can rely on.”
”Seems like you're harboring ill intentions.”
”Yeah, I've always been harboring ill intentions and designs on you. Didn't you know that?”
”I'm destined to land in your hands for the rest of my life.”
He chuckled and said, ”I should be the one saying that.”
”Have you got any shame at all? You're a grown man, do you really think it's appropriate to say that?”
”Yes, it's very appropriate.”
An Xiaoning rolled her eyes at him.
He accepted it with joy.
After taking a shower, Jin Qingyan wrapped An Xiaoning in a bathrobe and carried her all the way out of the bedroom.
”Where are we going?”
”The study.”
He entered the study and switched on the lights. An Xiaoning caught sight of a white piano in the spacious room.
There was a bench in front of the piano that was just enough for both of them.
He lowered An Xiaoning onto the bench, after which she turned around and said, ”I don't know a thing about the piano, I can't play it at all.”
”I brought you here to be my audience,” said Jin Qingyan, pouring himself and her a glass of liquor.
After taking a few sips, he began playing a melodious tune on the piano.
An Xiaoning gazed at him, feeling like he was more dashing than ever.
At the end of the very last note, he asked softly, ”Do you like it?”
”Yes, I actually want to learn how to play it.”
”Don't learn it.” He carried her again and lowered her onto the piano. ”I want to know something that you don't. Do you understand?”
”Do you want me to crush the piano and damage it?”
”It doesn't matter, I'll just buy a new one. I don't have anything except money. I can afford as many pianos as you want.” He then walked in front of her and sucked on her neck.
An Xiaoning grabbed his shoulders as an electrifying chill was sent down her spine.