Zhu Qianying's deliberate attempt to keep Yan Han in suspense almost made him want to strangle her. He couldn't help but ask her in a harsh voice.

"What's your name?"

Zhu Qianying glanced at him sideways with a smile in her eyes, "Sigh, I finally remembered, his daddy called him Yan Yiyi!"

After saying that, she couldn't hold back any longer and bent over on the sofa, laughing so hard she was shaking.

Yan Yiyi?

Isn't that him and his son, Zizai?

That girl!

Yan Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the end, annoyed and angry at her teasing, he simply knelt down next to her, raised his hand, and slapped her unsuspecting, pert buttocks a few times.

However, although he was slapping her, he controlled the force of his hand just right. The feeling of hitting her buttocks was about the same as tickling her.

Ultimately, how could he bear to see her in pain?

Zhu Qianying, who was lying on the sofa and laughing wildly, not only did not feel any sense of being punished, but on the contrary, she laughed more and more unrestrainedly!

Of course, she also wanted to stop laughing, after all, if she angered Young Master Yan, she would definitely suffer the consequences.

But she just can't stop! What should I do?!

At first, Young Master Yan was genuinely furious, but after slapping her a few times, he inexplicably felt relieved!

Perhaps it's because she didn't like or love anyone.

Even so, this also shows that she neither liked him nor loved him.

But at least he still has plenty of opportunities, doesn't he?

After figuring it out, Young Master Yan's mood brightened considerably.

"Still laughing?" His narrowed dark eyes stared intently at her eyebrows and eyes, then his gaze moved to her nose and lips...

Zhu Qianying, who was laughing so hard she was losing her mind, was completely unaware that the person on her body was gradually turning into a beast, and that danger was slowly approaching.

She rested her face on her arm, laughing so hard her body trembled.

Yan Han had already warned her, but the warning was ineffective. After pausing for a moment, he finally couldn't control himself and stopped talking. He lowered his head and pressed his lips tightly against her slightly parted lips.

"Hmm..."

Zhu Qianying's laughter was muffled into a series of ambiguous moans by Yan Han.

Before she could even struggle, he moved the laptop off her lap and placed it on the coffee table. Then, with a swift movement, he flipped her over like a fish on a chopping board, his tall body looming over her, pressing down heavily and completely on her.

His pressure almost forced all the excess air out of Zhu Qianying's chest and abdomen. Whether it was panic caused by lack of oxygen or psychological fear, the more firmly he suppressed her, the stronger her desire to escape became.

But her hands and feet were gently pressed down on the sofa by him, and her lips were tightly sealed by him. His rough grinding and biting made her lips burn painfully.

The man's familiar yet long-lost scent surged towards her like a tidal wave in that instant. Zhu Qianying felt slightly dizzy, as if she were sitting on a small boat about to capsize, and waves of fear about to engulf her surged over her.

Despite not having had any intimate contact with him for five years, all her senses seemed to awaken at this moment.

Whether it was her lips or her skin, she seemed to offer no resistance to his not-so-gentle nibbling and touching; in fact, she even felt a shameful pleasure rising within her!

His lips roamed freely between hers, repeatedly plundering hers for a while. As if noticing her excessively rapid breathing, he pulled away slightly. After she gasped for breath like a fish surfacing, his lips returned to hers, taking the opportunity to plunge deep into her mouth, teasing and stimulating every sensitive cell within.

And his hand, without his noticing, lifted the hem of her clothes and wandered over her graceful curves.

However, the movements of his hands were much gentler than his lips and tongue, a tender touch like caressing a fragile porcelain doll. This gave her the illusion that this person actually cherished her so much! Perhaps, even, just a tiny bit, loved her!

But when she tasted the faint metallic taste of blood on her tongue, she realized that she had really been overthinking things!

After this went on for a while, Zhu Qianying's mind gradually became hazy, and she slumped onto the sofa like water, completely aroused by his hands and lips.

With only a sliver of remaining rationality, she even thought in a desperate, "Fine, fine, if he really wants to force himself on me, then I'll just consider it that I couldn't stand the loneliness and found a handsome and skilled one-night stand!"

Just when she thought she was about to lose her city that night, he, who had been taking advantage of her at will, suddenly stopped.

Without warning, he released her lips, buried his head deep in the crook of her neck, and breathed heavily.

His chest, pressed tightly against hers, rose and fell rapidly with his breathing.

Zhu Qianying was already a mother, and she and this man had once shared a period of intimate intimacy. Naturally, she could feel that the man on her body was now ready to pounce.

And she felt a chill run down her spine when she recalled the man's astonishing energy and explosive power in the past.

"Hello……"

Zhu Qianying, who was also panting, placed her hand on the top of his head, trying to push his head away so she could have a proper talk with him.

Although her own body was also aroused, she really didn't want to have such intimate contact with him again if she could.

Admittedly, she could treat this as a normal release of a physiological need for an adult, without pursuing or demanding responsibility.

But ultimately, she still couldn't accept this ambiguous physical relationship.

The man seemed not to hear her words, lying motionless on top of her, and all the signs on his body indicated that he was trying to slowly calm his own desires and longings.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't move." The man's hoarse voice came from the nape of his neck.

Zhu Qianying's hand froze on the top of his head, at a loss for what to do.

It turns out that he was indeed trying to calm himself down.

In other words, he actually didn't want to have too much unexpected contact with her, right?

Thinking of this, Zhu Qianying felt slightly relieved, but vaguely, there seemed to be a little bit of loss besides the relief.

As for where this slight sense of loss came from, she was too lazy to investigate, nor did she want to.

She no longer wanted to delve too deeply into the matter of Young Master Yan, because she knew that the more she investigated, the deeper she would be hurt.

She had already been hurt once because of this, and she didn't want to be hurt a second time.