Chapter 90 "Try it, it feels very comfortable"

This apartment has only one bedroom, about the same size as the master bedroom in the house, with a bathroom and a separate walk-in closet.

Anmi followed the man inside.

Pushing open the door, you see a two-meter-long bed covered with pure black bedding.

She looked around; apart from a large bed and a few simple artworks, there was nothing else in the room.

It certainly looks like a resting place for single men.

While she was looking around, Yan Jinnian went to the dressing room next door and took out a bathrobe: "It's new, and it's my size. It doesn't fit, but I'll wear it for one night."

Anmi took it and held it up in front of her.

The bathrobe was so large that it covered her entire body.

In special circumstances, things aren't so particular; having something to wear is already a good thing.

She tilted her head back and said, "I think it's quite suitable."

"Really?" Yan Jinnian rubbed her ear.

"Then why don't you go wash first?"

Anmi's ears immediately burned, and she said shyly, "You go first, I still need to video chat with Mimi every year."

The man gave her a deep look: "Okay, I'll go first."

His voice was soft and hoarse, making Anmi's heart pound.

After everyone went inside, she lay on the big bed in the bedroom, opened the pet feeder app, and remotely called the two pups.

Every year, just as she was eating in front of the feeder, she was startled by the sound and took a big step back.

His expression was quite bizarre, and Anmi recorded it and made it into a dynamic meme.

"Honey~ Honey~" she called softly into the phone microphone.

After calling for a while, Mimi finally came over, wriggling her chubby little body and struggling for a long time before finally finding the camera.

Before she could even smell it twice, Nian Nian pushed it away with her head.

While trying to mediate the fight, Anmi pressed the record button.

After saying goodnight to both kids, Yan Jinnian came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

She looked up.

The man's bathrobe was loosely tied with a belt, and the deep V-neck went all the way down to his navel, revealing the firm muscles in his body.

On the still-damp skin, residual water droplets slowly slid down the collarbone, past the pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and V-line... until they slid into the ties of the bathrobe.

Good heavens, people's hearts are truly unpredictable!

She quickly put her phone on the bedside table to charge, then grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

…

When I came out of the shower, the bedroom was empty.

Anmi glanced at the time on her phone; it wasn't even nine o'clock yet.

It's so early, I can't fall asleep, and I don't really want to use my phone either...

What about Yan Jinnian?

She walked out of the bedroom, and the living room outside was also empty.

"Yan Jinnian?" she called out softly.

After a moment of silence, a response came from inside the wall behind them: "Here."

Where are you?

Anmi moved closer to the wall to observe.

There is an embedded handle on the continuous wooden door panel.

It's small and not very noticeable.

It seems to be another hidden door.

She pressed the button with her thumb and pulled the door open, revealing a study behind it.

The study is small, with a row of bookshelves against the wall, a round table with thin legs in the middle, and a full-length window behind the table.

Beneath the floor-to-ceiling window, the man sat quietly on a sofa, gazing at the night view outside. His bathrobe was open, and his lean waist was bathed in a honey-colored glow from the lamplight.

Anmi's face started to feel hot again.

She obediently moved closer: "What are you doing here?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she was pulled into a warm embrace.

The thigh came into contact with firm muscles.

"Finished washing?"

Yan Jinnian hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck which smelled of shower gel, and sniffed the hair behind her ear like a puppy.

As he sniffed, he deliberately whispered into her earlobe, "You smell so good, baby..."

Anmi's ears were tickled by his teasing, and she whimpered as she gripped his sleeve tightly with her fingers.

The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed the two sitting together in an embrace.

Intimate, inseparable.

After hugging her for a while, Yan Jinnian leaned back in his chair and supported her waist.

"Baby, this outfit really suits you."

The gaze slides from the concave waistline to the undulating hips.

His breathing and the temperature of his palms gradually increased.

Feeling the gaze behind her grow intense, Anmi shyly changed the subject: "You still haven't answered me, what are you doing here?"

Yan Jinnian put his arm around her again: "I'm reading a book."

What books are you reading?

On the small round table, the phone screen was still lit.

Anmi glanced to the side.

After she read the text clearly...

"Why...why are you looking at this again?!"

It's another 100-day contract romance with his boss... I've told him not to watch it, but he won't listen at all!

snort!

Anmi angrily looked away: "You're supposed to be a boss, can't you do something serious for once!"

A low laugh came from behind my ear.

Yan Jinnian rested his chin on her shoulder: "Then let's do something serious together?"

Her voice had a seductive ending, making Anmi's heart pound.

She asked knowingly, "What...what do you want to do?"

The man didn't answer, but instead picked up his phone from the table and placed it in front of her.

Anmi glanced at the screen.

The bolded chapter title at the very top is particularly eye-catching—"First Time Using Drunkenness in the Office..."

At the same time, her earlobe was lightly licked.

"Baby, shall we try this?"

"ah! ! !"

Anmi pushed him away as if she'd been electrocuted: "You! Don't talk nonsense!"

What outrageous and inhuman words! How could he possibly utter such a thing!

The man's chest, pressed against her back, vibrated with laughter.

"Are you shy?"

He put down his phone and supported her waist.

"Try it, it's very comfortable."

"don't want…"

Anmi's face turned completely red, and a gentle poke seemed to release sweet strawberry jam.

Yan Jinnian pressed his face against that sweet scent and continued to coax, "Baby, just try it once, stop if it doesn't feel good..."

"Hmm... Stop talking!"

Anmi pushed his hand away, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

But the man's lips remained persistently pressed against her cheek: "Is it okay?"

Its nagging nature is even stickier than chewing gum.

Anmi was worn down by him until she had no temper left.

“eng…”

Is "eng" good or bad?

She glared at him angrily, her voice barely audible.

"not good…"

"Is it really bad?"

His hand suddenly changed position.

"ah!"

Anmi bounced up.

I almost bit my tongue.

"you!"

Yan Jinnian's palms were very warm.

A warm feeling welled up inside me.

The sofa chair creaked.

Anmi pressed his hand down, her face flushed, "Then... just one..."

The man's lips curled into a wicked smile, like a frivolous scoundrel who had succeeded in doing something bad.

"Okay, just once."

He stood up and moved the person to another seat.

Anmi was picked up.

He lay back on the chair.

The leather backrest was wide and comfortable; she sank into it as if falling into a soft, supple cloud.

The handrails on both sides are a bit far apart.

It was the first time she had sat like this, and she was so shy that she didn't dare to look directly at him.

Yan Jinnian squatted down next to the sofa chair.

This eye-level angle made her feel a little nervous.

She instinctively put her hand down.

But the man was clearly more patient than she had imagined.

A gentle kiss landed on the back of my hand.

Yan Jinnian looked up at her.

His eyes were like a deep pool, calm yet concealing an unfathomable danger.

Anmi shyly looked away.

In her nervousness, she heard a man's deep, amused voice coming from above.

"Baby, be a good boy/girl."

"Don't move."