Chapter 116 She is in Lu Xiyan’s bed!

The huge bedroom in cool black, white and gray tones is filled with sunlight sneaking in through the gaps in the curtains.

The person lying in bed was caressed by the warm sunlight, and her fair and flawless skin was as delicate as a peeled egg, with a faint pink hue.

It seemed like he had had a deep and long sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes, his bright eyes narrowed slightly as he couldn't adapt to the sudden light, and he noticed the unfamiliar decoration beside the bed.

The sleepiness disappeared completely and my thoughts became clear.

An Ning turned her eyes and glanced at the bed. The thin quilt with cold gray tones was filled with the familiar scent of cedar wood, which was refreshing and pleasant.

She felt a sore feeling in her waist and abdomen. She lifted the quilt and looked at her slender waist. Her eyes widened in surprise.

The traces of love are clearly visible on it.

Her body, which had already subsided from the fever, suddenly became hot again. An Ning quickly pulled the quilt over her face and quietly curled up the corners of her mouth.

The charming and fragrant scenes of last night seemed like a dream, appearing in my mind one by one.

It turns out it’s all true.

This is Lu Xiyan’s room!

She is in Lu Xiyan's bed!

She lifted a small piece of the quilt, revealing two clear eyes. She touched the bed with her exposed hands, but did not touch the hot body, and there was no residual warmth beside her.

She sat up with her broken waist and looked around the room.

No one is here.

Her eyes suddenly fell on her left wrist. The light green ribbon wrapped around her wrist fluttered gently with her movements, making her skin look even whiter.

She vaguely remembered that last night he placed her hand above her, interlocking their fingers. When he fiddled with her ribbon, her body trembled slightly, and she raised her chin to kiss his lips to stop him.

Later, he carried her into the bathtub. She placed her left hand on the porcelain edge and whispered with her remaining consciousness to stop him from taking it off.

He chuckled and asked her, "So sweet?"

She responded vaguely, "It looks good."

He fiddled with the ribbon with his fingertips, touching her delicate skin vaguely and causing her body to tremble slightly.

He thought it was quite interesting, so he didn't take it off.

An Ning untied the ribbon that was wrapped around her several times, looked at the scars on it, and suddenly raised her hand to cover it.

You can hide it for a while, but not forever.

If he knew the truth, he would blame himself.

Her eyes moved slightly, she had to make this scar disappear.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, she looked down and found that her clothes had been changed. She was wearing a cream-colored silk suspender dress that wrapped around her slender figure and just reached her thighs.

She got up from the bed and stepped barefoot onto the smooth floor.

The pain in her body made her stagger two steps and hold on to the single sofa beside the bed before she could stand steadily. She lowered her head and pinched the thin nightgown fabric around her waist. The size was just right.

The corners of her rosy lips curled up slightly. It turned out that he knew her size.

His room was so big that An Ning walked around several times with her bare feet, stepping lightly on the floor, before she found the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes widening.

You don’t know until you look in the mirror, and you’ll be shocked when you do.

The two thin straps of the nightgown hung on her slender shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​skin covered with marks of varying shades.

From the neck to below the collarbone, it's unbearable to look at.

Suddenly she remembered last night again. Lu Xiyan lay on her with his heart beating like thunder, like a lion that had been hungry for several days and nights, holding the meat in its mouth and refusing to let go.

She had clearly no strength left, but she still couldn't help but cater to him.

This satisfying skin-to-skin intimacy has been gone for too long.

An Ning stared at herself in the mirror. Her clear eyes seemed to have regained some light and even looked a bit more beautiful.

The corners of her lips curved slightly as she asked softly, "Lu Xiyan, are we reconciled now?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

An Ning hurried into the cloakroom and pulled out a loose white shirt to put on, covering up the ridiculous color on her skin.

She opened the door, "Lu——"

"Miss An, are you awake?"

There was an aunt standing at the door, who looked like a servant here, and her attitude was very respectful.

Swallowing the unfinished words, An Ning smiled politely, "Hello."

"Your clothes from yesterday are dirty. These are the new clothes that Mr. Lu prepared for you." The servant handed the clothes to her. "Mr. Lu is already downstairs, waiting for you to have dinner together."

An Ning took the clothes and thanked him softly. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked, "Is it just Mr. Lu, Mr. and Mrs. Lu—"

"Miss An, Mr. Lu told you to change your clothes and come downstairs."

The servant left without waiting for her to finish her question after giving some instructions.

He came here suddenly yesterday and stayed overnight. An Ning actually wanted to ask if Lu Xiyan's parents were there. What should she say if she met them when she went downstairs?

She walked into the room holding a brand new dress in her hand, which was a new Chinese-style cheongsam.

The off-white satin base is embellished with golden embroidery, resembling blossoming flowers. The curve of the stand-up collar is embellished with pearl lines, giving it a retro feel.

Moreover, the short sleeves and slim fit fit the body shape, full of the poetic and gentle Chinese style.

An Ning changed into the clothes; they were the right size and she liked the color too.

The person in the mirror looks like someone in a painting because of this dress.

To her surprise, the stand-up collar of the cheongsam just covered the marks on her neck.

This is how attentive Lu Xiyan is.

He always considers all her needs thoughtfully.

......

After going downstairs, An Ning's steps were inevitably a little brisk.

As soon as I arrived in the living room, I saw a man sitting on the large sofa. He was wearing a white home suit that made his skin look very white. He was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a document in his hand, and whispering something to Li Quan next to him.

"Western Banquet!"

An Ning smiled faintly, walked over, and her eyes couldn't help but show a bit of tenderness.

Hearing the voice, the man looked up at her with a cold and distant expression.

An Ning was slightly startled, as if something was wrong.

It had only been one night, but he looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Lu Xiyan looked at her for a moment. The waist-pinched design of the white cheongsam outlined her perfect figure. The short skirt was above her knees, revealing two long, white and straight legs.

Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a bun. Her unmade-up face was pure and clean, and the eyes looking at her were clear yet a little doubtful.

Maybe it was because she was too seductive last night that Lu Xiyan actually saw a hint of charm on her face.

Realizing that he shouldn't have such thoughts, he quickly dismissed the ambiguous images from his mind. Without saying a word, he handed the information in his hand to Li Quan and walked past An Ning towards the restaurant.

"Have a meal."

The two words "cold" and "light" made him look completely different from last night.

An Ning followed his steps and asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong last night?"

Lu Xiyan still ignored him and walked forward.

"Lu Xiyan, I'm talking to you."

An Ning stared at his straight back, feeling a little angry. "Why are you ignoring me?"

When we walked into the restaurant, we saw exquisite meals prepared on the table.

Lu Xiyan sat down, picked up the knife and fork and ate breakfast slowly.

An Ning sat down opposite him, and they were the only two at the huge dining table.

Not sure what he was feeling awkward about, An Ning changed the subject and asked, "Just us? Where are your uncle and aunt?"

After she finished speaking, not only did the maid who was cleaning nearby glance at her, but Li Quan, who was standing not far away, also frowned slightly.

In contrast, Lu Xiyan's impeccable face was stern, without a trace of emotion.

Not getting a response, An Ning simply put down her knife and fork and asked, "Have you thought about that question from last night?"

He said he would answer her when he woke up today.

She was quite confident last night, but now seeing him like this, An Ning felt a little unsure.

Lu Xiyan lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the bitter coffee beside him and took a sip.

The bottom of the cup hit the table with a slight crisp sound.

He raised his eyes and glanced at An Ning, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The voice was as quiet as water, leaving people feeling as distant as a thousand miles away.