Chapter 390 I have always been plotting against you
The car drove smoothly into the underground garage of Yuehu Yundi.
It was late at night, and the numbers on the elevator's steadily rising ascent flickered in the silence.
The two stood side by side in the small space, their arms occasionally touching inadvertently, creating a subtle electric current.
"arrive."
Mu Nanyan said softly, and was the first to walk out of the elevator and walk towards her own door.
She lightly touched her fingertips on the cold fingerprint recognition area, and with a soft "beep" sound, the door lock opened.
The moment she pushed open the door, the warm air from the house hit her face.
She turned sideways and did not go in immediately. Instead, she raised her head slightly and looked at Lu Yiran who was following behind her. Her eyes were shining softly under the corridor lights, and she invited him in a natural tone:
"Would you like to come in and sit down?"
Lu Yiran stepped in readily, and his tall figure instantly occupied part of the space in the entrance hall.
He placed her suitcase against the wall very naturally, but did not show any intention of leaving immediately.
His eyes swept across the warm yet slightly cold living room filled with her personal atmosphere, and then fell back on her.
"Chenchen is already asleep. The sound of the combination lock opening the door on my side is a bit loud, and I'm afraid of waking him up."
Lu Yiran's voice was a little lower and hoarse than usual, with a barely perceptible, deliberately slowed tone.
He took a step forward, and the distance between them was instantly shortened to the point where they could almost feel each other's breath.
He leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his gaze locked onto her slightly twinkling eyes, his tone laced with obvious hints and a touch of just the right amount of helplessness:
"So... take me in for one night?"
Mu Nanyan's heart skipped a beat because of his sudden approach and straightforward request.
His reason was high-sounding and concerned the child, but she clearly saw from his deep eyes the undisguised desire to be alone with her.
Her cheeks felt slightly hot, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she met his gaze, a knowing yet cunning smile curling up at the corner of her lips.
"Mr. Lu, are you... coming here under the pretext of something bad?"
Lu Yiran chuckled softly, and that laughter seemed particularly magnetic and seductive in the silent night.
He reached out his hand, gently brushed a strand of hair on her cheek with his fingertips, tucked it behind her ear, and lightly brushed her sensitive earlobe with his fingertips.
He lowered his voice even lower, almost whispering against her lips:
"I have always been... planning towards you for a long time."
The ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them instantly heated up rapidly, and the air seemed to become sticky.
The soft light from the corridor lamp outlined his deep features and the undisguised aggression in his eyes.
Mu Nanyan only felt that the skin touched by his fingertips seemed to have ignited a small flame and spread rapidly.
She looked at his handsome face so close to her, listened to his undisguised "accusations", and finally bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes moving with a hint of indulgence and acquiescence:
"Then... the guest room is for you."
"Guest room?"
Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows and moved closer, his nose almost touching hers, his tone full of dangerous temptation.
"I thought... my stay was worth at least a bed in the master bedroom?"
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Mu Nanyan's response, he lowered his head and accurately captured her lips that were slightly opened in surprise.
This kiss carried with it the longing that had accumulated along the way and the desire that was undisguised at the moment. It was gentle yet extremely strong, instantly taking away all her ability to think.
The air in the entrance seemed to be completely ignited by the sudden kiss, and the temperature suddenly rose.
Mu Nanyan felt dizzy and her back rested lightly against the cool door panel. In front of her was his hot and solid chest, trapping her in this heart-pounding world.
His kiss was tentatively gentle at first, but soon turned into an irresistible depth, as if to confirm her existence and make up for the gap in their separation.
Mu Nanyan's initial surprise quickly melted in his hot breath. She closed her eyes, her arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck, and she responded awkwardly but sincerely.
This response was like the most effective catalyst, instantly breaking down all of Lu Yiran's restraint.
The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, almost lifting her off the ground, and kneading her deeper into his arms, almost kneading her into his bones and blood.
The gentle entanglement between lips and teeth turns all the silent longings during the days of separation into the most direct and lingering expression.
The air in the entrance seemed to become quiet and focused, leaving only the soft interweaving of each other's gentle breathing and the unmistakable strong attachment.
It was unknown how long it was, until the air in both of their lungs was almost exhausted, and he reluctantly stepped back a little.
His forehead was still lightly pressed against hers, and his warm breath gently brushed against her skin, carrying a hint of restrained warmth.
Mu Nanyan breathed slightly, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush, and her eyes seemed to be soaked in morning dew, moist and bright, flowing with an indescribable gentle luster.
She looked into his deep eyes, which were also filled with emotion, and her heart beat like a drum.
"You..." She just started to speak, but her voice was unnaturally soft.
Lu Yiran's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes fell on her slightly swollen and moist lips, and his eyes darkened again.
But he did not continue immediately. Instead, he used his fingertips to caress her smooth cheek very gently, his voice hoarse and fatal:
"Guest room?"
He repeated these two words, his tone full of dangerous temptation and a hint of teasing.
"It seems I need to work harder to get the landlord to change his mind?"
Mu Nanyan's cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were flowing like water, and her breathing was slightly disordered due to the intimacy just now.
She gently raised her eyes to look at him, with a hint of embarrassment and tenderness in her eyes, which seemed coquettish and angry, adding a touch of charm.
Lu Yiran chuckled, not giving her any chance to think or refute, and picked her up horizontally.
"ah!"
Mu Nanyan cried out softly and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
"Lu Yiran!"
"Shh..."
He held her in his arms and walked steadily towards the bedroom. He lowered his head and placed another light kiss on her blushing cheek, his tone domineering and tender:
"Be quiet... otherwise, it would be bad if you wake up Chenchen."
Mu Nanyan was left in tears and laughter by his shameless and seductive behavior. Her heart was beating like a drum, but she buried her face deeply in his solid chest, tacitly approving of his "robbery" behavior.
He didn't turn on the lights. Relying on his familiarity with the apartment and the faint light coming in from the window, he steadily carried her towards the bedroom.
Along the way, his kisses fell densely on the top of her head, forehead, and tip of her nose. Every touch was filled with cherishment and indescribable love.
The bedroom door closed quietly, completely isolating itself from all the noise and disturbance from the outside world.
In darkness, vision becomes dull, while other senses are infinitely magnified.
Mu Nanyan could clearly hear their intertwined and somewhat rapid breathing, feel the strong heartbeat from his chest, and the reassuring, crisp cedar scent on him.
Lu Yiran carefully placed her in the center of the soft bed, but did not push her down immediately. Instead, he supported her side with one arm and gently stroked her cheek with the other hand, as if confirming a lost treasure.
His fingertips, with a burning temperature, brushed across her brow, eyelashes, and nose bridge, finally stopping at her slightly swollen lips, caressing them very lightly.
"Nan Yan..."
He whispered her name, his voice was unusually hoarse, and it contained too many complex and turbulent emotions, the relief of regaining what he had lost, the longing that had been pent up for a long time, and the strong love that almost drowned him.
Mu Nanyan's heart felt sore when he called her.
She raised her hand and gently covered the hand he was touching on her lips, applying a little force with her fingertips to pull him towards her.
This is a silent but extremely clear invitation.
All of Lu Yiran's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.
He lowered his head and leaned closer again gently.
This kiss was different from the previous ones. There was no eagerness, only tenderness.
He was meticulous and patient, like savoring a precious tea, or silently expressing his longing for reunion after a long separation.
He patiently traced the shape of her lips, gently pried open her teeth, and guided her to dance with him.
His kisses gradually moved down, landing on her slender neck, delicate collarbone... igniting a small flame in each place.
Mu Nanyan murmured unconsciously, and her fingertips gently sank into his thick hair.
She raised her head slightly, closed her eyes and felt the intimacy of the moment, as if she had quietly entrusted all her worries in this warm embrace.
Most of her clothes had been taken off without her knowing. The cool air touched her hot skin, causing a shiver, but his tighter embrace and coverage followed, dispelling all the chill.
During the process, he always paid close attention to her expression. Any slight uneasiness or hesitation would make him immediately slow down his pace and soothe her emotions with softer touches and whispers, until her brows relaxed and she immersed herself in this intimate tenderness again.
"Yiran..."
When she was moved, she unconsciously called his name, her voice soft and dependent.
This soft call seemed to touch the softest corner of Lu Yiran's heart.
He closed his arms and held her deeper into his embrace, with no more barriers between them.
An unprecedented intimacy and harmony slowly spread out, and the initial slight unfamiliarity quickly turned into a warm and secure sense of belonging, wrapping each other tenderly.
The night is still long, and the moonlight outside the window moves quietly, witnessing the intertwined breathing, low gasps, and whispered love words between lovers in the room.
All the longing, waiting and anxiety are transformed into the most original and sincere possession at this moment.
They confirmed each other's existence and love over and over again in the most intimate way, as if they wanted to completely integrate each other into their own bones and blood, never to be separated.
The moonlight outside the window is gentle, and spring is in full swing inside.
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The next morning, the morning light quietly sneaked into the bedroom through the gaps in the thin curtains, casting soft spots of light on the floor.
Although she slept very late last night and her body still felt sore and deeply tired after the lovemaking, Mu Nanyan gently opened her eyes driven by her biological clock.
She turned her head and what came into view was Lu Yiran's sleeping profile.
The usually cold lines become soft in sleep, and the breathing becomes even and long.
She moved carefully, trying not to disturb him.
However, as soon as she moved, the arm around her waist subconsciously tightened a little, as if he didn't want to let her go even in her sleep.
Mu Nanyan's heart instantly softened like a pool of spring water, but she had to gently take his arm away.
Her main concern was Chenchen. The little guy slept alone next door. If he woke up in the morning and found that his father was not there, he would most likely come here to look for him.
What if he saw them sleeping in the same bed...
Although Chenchen could probably sense that their relationship had eased, she hadn't figured out how to explain this change to him formally and clearly.
Until then, she thought it would be better to avoid direct visual impact for the time being.
What's more, it had been a long time since she had made breakfast for her son herself.
This urgent need to make amends and express love through everyday little things drove her to overcome her physical fatigue.
She placed a very light, soothing kiss on his lips, and patiently, bit by bit, moved his arm away.
Lu Yiran frowned slightly in his sleep, but did not wake up after all.
She got up quietly, picked up the nightgown scattered on the floor and wrapped it up, then turned back and tucked the corners of the quilt carefully for him. Her eyes lingered on his sleeping profile for a moment, and then she walked out of the bedroom quietly.
Closing the door gently, she walked straight to her kitchen with full of anticipation, ready to show off her skills.
However, when she opened the refrigerator door, she was greeted by the expected emptiness and desolation.
Mu Nanyan suddenly remembered that she had been away from home for more than half a month, and the food she had stored had already been cleaned up.
A slight annoyance flashed through his mind, but it was quickly replaced by another thought. Chenchen has been staying at Lu Yiran's place these days, so there should be food there, right?
Thinking of this, she turned around without hesitation, entered the password familiarly and opened the door next door.
Sure enough, when I opened the large double-door refrigerator, I saw it was filled to the brim with all kinds of fresh ingredients, and it was obvious that someone was responsible for replenishing them every day.
She nodded in satisfaction and took out the necessary items from the cold storage.
She quickly tied on her apron, washed her hands, and began preparing an authentic Chinese breakfast.
Xi Mu Nanyan quickly became busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner.
She first washed the high-quality rice, put it into a casserole, added water, boiled it over high heat, and then simmered it over low heat.
Then, she took out a preserved egg and a small piece of pork tenderloin, cut them into even small pieces with quick movements, and added them one by one to the thick and glutinous white porridge.
On the other side, she took a few eggs, cracked them into a bowl, added a little salt and finely chopped green onions, and quickly beat them with chopsticks.
After heating the frying pan, pour a thin layer of oil into it, slowly pour in the egg liquid, and gently turn the handle of the pan with your wrist. A round, golden, and slightly burnt scallion omelet with chopped garlic and chopped garlic will be easily formed, and the aroma will be everywhere.
While cooking porridge and pancakes, she quickly chopped a cucumber, added minced garlic, balsamic vinegar and a few drops of sesame oil to make a refreshing cold dish.
Then he found some pickled mustard greens and meat floss from the refrigerator and put them on separate plates.
In just half an hour, a nutritious and authentic home-cooked breakfast is ready.
The century egg and lean meat porridge in the casserole is bubbling, with the aroma of rice and meat perfectly blended; the egg pancakes are attractive in color, and the side dishes are refreshing and appetizing.
The warm aroma of food gradually filled the kitchen.
She looked intently at the breakfast she had made on the table, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
This is a long-lost sense of home and security.
Preparing breakfast for the ones she loves and watching them eat it happily is an ordinary yet precious happiness for her.
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