Chapter 329 Fanning the Flames

Leng Yanluo said with a stern face, "Miss An, are you really drunk? That's enough, stop making a scene."

"You're not going to take it off, are you!" Anjing immediately went to take off her clothes again.

Forced into a corner, Leng Yanluo gritted his teeth and ripped off his vest, throwing it together with his T-shirt.

His lean, muscular physique was clearly visible, with a typical V-shaped waist, narrow waist and broad shoulders. The only regret was that half of his waist was covered by his pants, so his lower half was not visible.

An Jing immediately clicked her tongue twice.

These two sounds seemed to provoke Leng Yanluo, whose mask gleamed eerily under the light.

"Continue," An Jing said, still wanting more.

Leng Yanluo's aura turned cold, and he suddenly looked at her: "Miss An, do you know who I am? Even if any other man were here today, would you make the same request to him?"

Anjing didn't understand what he was saying at all, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist.

"I'm going out now. Take good care of yourself."

Leng Yanluo spoke coldly, then turned and left the bathroom.

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After Leng Yanluo left, An Jing was still confused, but she didn't cause any more trouble.

It's 11 p.m.

After taking a quiet shower and changing into her pajamas, she climbed into bed feeling dizzy.

Exhausted, she closed her eyes and began to snore softly, like a kitten.

Feeling uneasy, Leng Yanluo pushed open the door and came in to take a look.

Her room was a mess, clearly neglected. Her clothes and pants were scattered everywhere, and her cosmetics were strewn across the vanity, with lipsticks, eyeshadows, and skincare products mixed together in a very haphazard manner.

Leng Yanluo frowned, walked into the room, and quietly tidied up her messy belongings.

He then turned and went to the next room.

Before Anjing returned, he had already explored the two-story building, which was over 200 square meters, to its fullest extent.

Downstairs are the kitchen, living room, study, and a shared bathroom.

Upstairs, there were four bedrooms. One was quietly converted into a walk-in closet, another into a multimedia room, leaving only the room next to her as a guest room.

The guest bedroom is quite large, at least 30 square meters, but because no one lives there, it feels much quieter than the other rooms.

Inside the room, opposite the large bed is a large wardrobe.

After he came in, he casually put his 24-inch suitcase by the door. Now that he had some free time, he decided to organize his luggage.

The huge suitcase was opened, revealing some clothes inside, some with tags still attached, indicating they were all brand new.

He walked to the wardrobe door, reached out and opened it, intending to put the clothes inside, but froze the moment the door opened.

Inside the large wardrobe, men's clothes were neatly arranged—

From shirts and suits to trousers and shorts, for all seasons, they have everything. There are even accessories such as ties and cufflinks on the left side.

For some reason, Leng Yanluo became more and more irritated the more she looked at it. She even said she didn't have a boyfriend. Who was this dress for?

The next second, he took a huge storage bag from the cabinet and ruthlessly took down all the rows of men's clothing, packing them into the bag without saying a word.

He was rough and swift, carelessly crumpling up men's clothing worth thousands or tens of thousands of yuan like trash.

It took him more than ten minutes to finally pack it up.

He pulled the storage bag out the door and threw it into the garbage collection area. Looking back at the clean cabinet, he breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

Then, he squatted down and slowly and methodically organized the clothes he had brought, filling the wardrobe one by one.

Looking at the cabinet full of his things, he nodded approvingly.

After finishing those tasks, he didn't stop. He took out a toiletries bag from his suitcase. Since the guest room didn't have a bathroom, he went into the master bedroom next door.

In the master bathroom, a quiet, pure white wash cup stood on the counter. When Leng Yanluo placed his black wash cup next to it, the two cups complemented each other perfectly, like a couple's cup.

Leng Yanluo nodded and placed his light blue electric toothbrush next to her pale pink electric toothbrush.

The razor was placed next to her hair removal device.

The facial cleanser and her standing together.

The towels were also draped on the rack.

After everything was arranged, looking at the overflowing bathroom countertop, the composed expression beneath the cold, ruthless mask finally softened a bit.

He turned around and left the bathroom, but just as he was about to close the door and leave, he heard a "bang".

He was startled, paused in closing the door, and turned his head to see Anjing, who had rolled off the bed and was still sleeping peacefully.

He sighed, took a few steps forward, and carried the person back to bed.

On the soft bed, she quietly and restlessly turned over.

Leng Yanluo felt he should leave, but for some reason, looking at her sleeping face, he unconsciously sat down on the edge of the bed.

As night deepened, the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard outside the window.

Anjing muttered that it was hot and started to pull back the covers.

Helpless, Leng Yanluo could only bend down and pull the blanket down a bit for her.

However, just as he leaned over, the person on the bed, like a supple little water snake, reached out and wrapped their arm around his neck, grumbling softly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Leng Yanluo paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Isn't it hot?"

Quietly grunted and pulled him in front of her.

Leng Yanluo collapsed instantly, his body perfectly merging with the other's.

He let out a long breath and said gently, "Miss An, you're drunk."

Anjing frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Go to sleep, you're so noisy."

The soft body beneath her exuded the sweet fragrance of peaches from the bath sponge.

Leng Yanluo was, after all, a man, and his patience, which he had been holding on for one night, was almost exhausted.

The faint fragrance emanating from her was like a net, trapping him and slowly consuming his remaining rationality.

"Hurry up." Anjing hugged him even tighter, clearly annoyed.

The man had gotten soaked while she was showering, and now that he was dried off, the air conditioning made him feel cool and comfortable.

Anjing felt very comfortable and instinctively moved closer.

However, the chill quickly disappeared as she approached, replaced by a steadily rising body temperature.

Anjing started to feel hot and became somewhat annoyed, wanting to push the man away.

But the man before her wouldn't allow her to back down so easily.

He held her tightly in his arms, possessing her and not allowing her to leave his embrace even for a moment.

Anjing was a little annoyed and kicked him twice.

He clamped her legs down with his strong, powerful thighs, preventing her from moving any further.

An Jing seemed to know that she was no match for him in terms of strength, so she simply raised his arm and bit down on his forearm.

She was half-asleep, and her movements weren't very forceful; it was less like a bite and more like a kitten scratching at his heart.

Leng Yanluo's gaze suddenly deepened, as if he could no longer bear it. He turned around and pressed down on An Jing.

The punishment test tightened its grip on her: "If you keep stirring things up, I'll really do it."

Quietly hummed twice, half-closing her eyes: "Bring it on, who's afraid of who?"

As she spoke, she lifted herself up and brought her lips to hers.