Zhong Wan's life philosophy: Being poor is scarier than ghosts! A middle-aged leftover woman who has been unemployed for a year and is about to live on the streets, Zhong Wan gritted her teeth ...
Chapter 98 What is our relationship?
"Eat me?"
"Um."
Zhong Wan nodded, and the instant she finished speaking, her red lips gently kissed his Adam's apple.
Feeling the warm, ticklish sensation on her throat, Lin Yan'an's hands, which were wrapped around her waist, paused for a moment, then tightened even more, and their bodies were instantly pressed tightly together.
His breathing quickened, and the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by a deeper desire.
Lin Yan'an looked at her bright face, nuzzled her nose affectionately, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh? Then Wanwan... how would you like to eat?"
His gaze was almost tangible, burning as it swept over her eyebrows, her nose, and finally settled firmly on her lips.
Zhong Wan couldn't help but swallow, her face flushed again, and her heart started racing.
She instinctively avoided his burning gaze, her hands unconsciously tightening their grip on his clothes.
But he wouldn't back down verbally: "Braised... or steamed, you choose one."
Lin Yan'an instantly suppressed a low laugh, his deep, sexy laughter ringing in her ear, and she could clearly feel the vibration of his chest as they were tightly embraced.
Zhong Wan's face instantly turned bright red, and she said in a trembling voice, somewhat at a loss, "Never mind..."
She hadn't finished speaking yet.
Lin Yan'an's index finger was already pressed against her red lips: "Sweetie, that won't do!"
His words were decisive, yet his voice was so gentle, and his eyes were tender and captivating.
Coupled with his deep and captivating eyes, Zhong Wan's heart softened, and she instantly fell for him.
"I'm a bit greedy; I want it steamed or braised."
"I want to...slowly, slowly, savor and taste it."
His voice was muffled and ambiguous as he spoke the last four words.
Before his words had even faded, he had already fiercely kissed her lips. The kiss was intense and greedy, completely different from his usual gentle and restrained demeanor.
A hint of a smile flashed in Zhong Wan's eyes, but she didn't have time to think about it the next second; she just felt the oxygen was thinning and her head was spinning.
She instinctively opened her mouth, trying to draw in fresh air, but little did she know that this only made it easier for him to attack.
Zhong Wan gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, responding awkwardly yet passionately, her legs so weak she could only lean against him.
"Be good, close your eyes."
The room, which was originally somewhat cool, gradually became more intimate and warm.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound reached my ears.
Zhong Wan subconsciously opened her eyes and looked.
Looking at Ah Gui's diligent figure, and then at the clothes it was holding in its "hands,"
Looking at that tiny piece of underwear hanging precariously on the matchstick...
Zhong Wan froze, quickly turning her head away from Lin Yan'an's lips.
Seeing this, Lin Yan'an asked in a hoarse voice, her breath slightly unsteady, "What's wrong?" with great confusion.
Zhong Wan tightly embraced his equally bare upper body, pressing her body against his chest, and urged breathlessly, "Let's go back to the room..."
Although she knew that Ah Gui had no thoughts, Zhong Wan still couldn't quite accept doing *that* under its nose.
"Um?"
Lin Yan'an was puzzled when she heard this: "What's wrong?"
"A ghost..."
Hearing her shy voice, Lin Yan'an suddenly realized, and turned around to see the small clothes in A Gui's hands.
Lin Yan'an turned around, looked down at her blushing face, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pink skin pressed tightly against his honey-colored chest, and the astonishing touch and temperature difference made his eyes darken suddenly.
"A-Gui, get down."
【OK. 】
The two watched as Ah Gui instantly floated down the stairs.
Lin Yan'an then continued, his voice hoarse, "Let's go back to the room and continue."
After he finished speaking, he bent down slightly and easily picked her up with both hands. The soft touch and the familiar sweet scent instantly rushed towards him.
Lin Yan'an lowered his head slightly, his nose brushing against hers in an ambiguous way, giving her one intimate kiss after another...
Zhong Wan, somewhat panicked, tightly hugged his head, but unexpectedly...
Instantly, the temperature on her face rose even higher, and even her shoulders faintly turned pink.
【Zzz...The cream is so sweet...】
[Chewing... Ooh... Cake...]
Suddenly, Zhong Suisui's murmured words rang in their ears. Lin Yan'an stopped in his tracks, and Zhong Wan quickly hid herself in front of him.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw Zhong Suisui sleeping sprawled out on the small bed. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
After a series of "surprises," Zhong Wan's earlier bad mood faded considerably.
She couldn't help but sigh softly, then looked up at Lin Yan'an and said with a smile, "How about... we forget about it for now?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an looked at her in disbelief, her eyes filled with a pitiful expression.
He didn't say anything, but simply held her tightly to his chest with one arm and took her small hand with the other, placing it on his lower body.
"Wanwan, how can you be so heartless?"
Her hoarse voice was full of grievance.
Zhong Wan's heart softened instantly, her face flushed slightly, and she looked at him with teary eyes.
How could Lin Yan'an resist such temptation?
His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he lowered his head slightly, unconsciously giving her red lips a light peck.
Zhong Wan subconsciously shrank back a little, looking at him innocently and reminding him, "Your cake isn't finished yet."
"in spite of."
"But the cream will melt later,"
Lin Yan'an paused upon hearing this, looked up slightly at her earnest gaze, and smiled helplessly, "Is the cream more important or am I?"
"Forehead……"
Zhong Wan hadn't figured out how to answer that question yet.
She suddenly felt herself lose weight, and instinctively gasped, reaching out to tightly hug his neck.
Lin Yan'an hugged the little one tightly, strode towards the bedroom, and kicked the door shut.
"Now... no one's bothering us."
The moment he finished speaking, Zhong Wan was already on the bed.
His tall body then pressed down on her, and a burning kiss assaulted her once more.
The afternoon sun was bright and warm, just like the gradually rising temperature in the room.
Zhong Wan's consciousness gradually blurred, and his kisses traveled down her jawline.
With a flick of the fingertips, wherever they touched, it seemed to ignite clusters of flames instantly.
Suddenly, Lin Yan'an paused, leaning against her and sighing helplessly.
"Wanwan..."
"Um?"
Zhong Wan lowered her eyes and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Lin Yan'an helplessly rolled over and lay down beside her, saying regretfully, "There's no such thing..."
"I should have bought some earlier and stocked up..."
His chest rose and fell slightly, his breath came in short gasps, and he turned his head to pick up a cell phone, saying with a wronged expression, "I'll buy one first, you wait a moment."
Zhong Wan chuckled upon hearing this, leaned against his chest, pinched his chin with her fingers, and asked with a smile, "Lin Yan'an, what's our relationship?"
"Um?"
Lin Yan'an looked down at her, puzzled, but still obediently answered, "Of course, we're husband and wife..."
"Yes, we are husband and wife, the state recognizes it, and my parents approve of you."
As Zhong Wan spoke, she nodded slightly, then lowered her head to kiss his lips while reaching out to remove the inconvenient phone. Her voice was gentle yet firm: "Then what is there to be afraid of?"
"And I also want a little An'an,"
"Let's...continue!"
Lin Yan'an's breath hitched, and the surging emotions in his eyes instantly overwhelmed his remaining rationality. His eyes reddened slightly, and he tightly embraced her body, gently yet fiercely demanding warmth from her.
"good."
He responded in a low voice, solemn yet gentle.