Chapter 376 Mu Nanyan, are you kidding me?
He walked step by step towards the house number that he had recited countless times in his mind - 3206, 3207, 3208.
He stopped in front of the dark door, the metal numbers on the doorplate were cold and clear.
All the carefully planned excuses, the fatigue of crossing the ocean, and the surging expectations at this moment are concentrated in this moment.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door with his knuckles, neither lightly nor heavily.
“Dongdongdong——”
Three clear and crisp sounds broke the silence of the corridor, like a long-awaited prelude finally opening.
He held his breath, all his senses focused on the world behind the door, waiting for that moment to come.
Mu Nanyan was sitting at the desk drawing a design, the tip of her pen making a scratching sound on the paper.
The hotel corridor was completely silent late at night, so the clear knocks on the door seemed particularly abrupt.
She paused and looked up in confusion.
It’s so late, who could it be?
Although she had her doubts, she put down her pen, stood up and walked towards the door.
Out of caution, she leaned over and looked out through the peephole, but the corridor was empty, with only the warm yellow light pouring quietly.
"Did I knock on the wrong door?"
She murmured to herself and shook her head, thinking it was probably a drunk tenant or a mischievous child.
She turned around and prepared to return to her desk.
The moment she took a step forward,
“Dongdongdong——”
The knock on the door sounded again, clearer and more resolute than before, and it was undoubtedly directed at her room.
This time, a subtle sense of tension crept into my heart.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, reached out to grab the door handle, and slammed the door open.
Outside the door, the empty corridor was still silent, as if the knocking sound just now was just her hallucination.
Mu Nanyan's heart skipped a beat. An inexplicable fear made her not even dare to look at the two ends of the corridor. She subconsciously wanted to close the door immediately.
At this moment, a figure calmly stepped out from the blind spot beside the door, and appeared steadily in front of her with a warm smile, just blocking the door she was about to close.
Mu Nanyan's pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body froze in place, looking in disbelief at the man in front of her who should have been thousands of miles away.
Lu Yiran? !
Her mind went blank, and she even blinked subconsciously. She wondered if she was concentrating on drawing, or if she had just sent a message to him and missed him too much...she was hallucinating.
Mu Nanyan stood there in a daze, as if she had been cast under a spell.
She even subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. The figure wearing a neatly ironed smoky gray shirt and with a gentle smile on his lips did not disappear like an illusion.
Lu Yiran stood there realistically under the soft glow of the hotel corridor, the light coming from the room reflected in her eyes, clearly reflecting her stunned look.
"you……"
She opened her mouth, but found her throat so dry that she couldn't utter a complete syllable.
The huge, unreal impact made her brain stop working, and she could only try in vain to capture the information in front of her - he seemed to be thinner, with a trace of tiredness between his brows, but the look he gave her was so hot and focused that it scalded her.
Lu Yiran took a small step forward, closing the distance between them. The crisp cedar scent on his body mixed with the faint fragrance of the hotel corridor instantly invaded her senses.
"Why, you won't invite me in?"
He spoke in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse after a long flight, but it scratched her heart gently like a feather.
This sentence finally broke the barrier in front of Mu Nanyan's eyes, and the sense of reality came like a tidal wave, mixed with incredible ecstasy and a little bit of anger that still remained.
"You...why are you here?"
She finally found her voice, but it was trembling slightly.
"Shouldn't you be..."
The name of the distant city got stuck in her throat, and she suddenly remembered those seemingly ordinary text messages just now - asking about the hotel, asking about the room number... It turned out that every step was a trap carefully laid by him!
She suddenly realized, and her eyes instantly filled with anger and laughter:
"Lu Yiran! You actually lied to me just now!"
The smile on Lu Yiran's lips deepened, with a hint of pride at his plan succeeding, mixed with endless tenderness.
He didn't answer, but stepped forward again, gently but irresistibly grasped her waist, and gently led her away from the door, and then stepped into the room.
The door closed silently behind him.
"Um."
He finally responded, lowering his head to gaze at her cheeks that were flushed with emotion, and gently stroking the thin clothes around her waist with his fingertips.
"Otherwise, how can I give you a surprise?"
His eyes carefully traced her eyebrows, as if he wanted to make up for the lost time these days. His voice was slow and serious:
"Chenchen and I...miss you very much."
The sound of the door closing behind him was like a clear signal.
Lu Yiran did not loosen his arms. Instead, he leaned forward slightly in this position, trapping Mu Nanyan in the limited space between him and the door panel.
The warm scent of cedar mixed with the freshness of his fresh shower wrapped around him tightly.
Mu Nanyan's back was against the slightly cool door panel, and the oppressive and hot feeling brought by him in front of her made her cheeks burn uncontrollably in an instant, and the blush spread all the way to her ears.
Her heart was beating like a drum and her mind was in a mess.
What was going on between them now? They hadn't officially confirmed their relationship yet, yet he was blocking her at the door, so close she could even count his drooping eyelashes... What was he trying to do?
All kinds of ambiguous and frightening speculations popped up uncontrollably, making her almost dare not look directly into his deep eyes.
Just as her thoughts drifted towards some unspeakable direction, his low, hoarse voice came from above her head, with a hint of imperceptible tension:
"Do you remember what you promised me on the phone last time?"
"What call?"
Mu Nanyan looked up blankly and met his deep eyes. The emotion in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.
Seeing her completely oblivious, Lu Yiran's eyes darkened visibly, and his tone became a little accusatory:
"On the transatlantic call, you said... give me the answer when we meet."
He paused, enunciating each word clearly, reminding her of the promise they had made across the ocean: "The answer to our relationship."
When Mu Nanyan heard this, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. How could she not remember that phone call?
She looked at the serious and slightly nervous expression of the man in front of her, which was very different from his usual calm and composed appearance, and a cunning idea suddenly popped up in her mind.
She tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise, deliberately tightened her face, and looked at him seriously:
"Mr. Lu, I said we'd talk about it when we meet."
She deliberately used a distant address and clearly felt the muscles in the arms around her waist seemed to stiffen for a moment.
As she spoke, a faint smile spread across her eyes, like a successful little fox:
"But I didn't say... which meeting? What if it means the next time I return home?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she could clearly feel the air around her seemed to be stagnant.
Lu Yiran stared at the bright and mischievous smile in her eyes, and her chin slightly raised because of her successful little "revenge". The tension and anticipation he had just felt instantly turned into helplessness and anger.
His handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, and the dark color in his eyes surged. The only remaining smile disappeared completely, replaced by a dangerous and extremely aggressive concentration.
He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her lips, and his voice lowered, with a sense of full oppression and a hint of gnashing teeth:
"Mu Nanyan, are you kidding me?"
The dangerous tone in his voice had not yet dissipated, but the smile in Mu Nanyan's eyes suddenly subsided, turning into a stronger and more straightforward emotion.
She stopped dodging and instead met his deep, questioning gaze.
The next second, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck without hesitation, pulled him towards her with a little force, then tilted her head back and kissed his lips accurately.
It was not a deep kiss, but an unmistakable, decisive touch, soft and warm, and separated at the touch of a finger.
She stepped back slightly, her breathing was slightly short, her cheeks were startlingly red, but her eyes were scorching bright, looking straight into his suddenly contracted pupils, her voice low but clear:
"Now... do you know the answer?"
Lu Yiran was completely frozen, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify in an instant, and then rushed wildly in the next second!
My mind went blank. All my thoughts, all my calculations, all my nervous anticipation were shattered by the brief but earth-shattering soft touch on my lips.
Mu Nanyan... kissed him?
It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a joke, it was a real kiss that she took the initiative to give.
A huge ecstasy and disbelief swept over him, leaving only complete shock and loss of control in his always deep eyes.
However, this shock lasted less than a second.
Almost as soon as Mu Nanyan finished asking that question, the shock in his eyes was instantly engulfed by a raging fire.
A low moan that was suppressed to the extreme and almost like a sigh escaped from his throat. The arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and he pulled her completely into his arms with an irresistible force, fitting her tightly, as if embedding her into his bones and blood.
With his other hand, he grasped the back of her head, blocking any possible way for her to retreat. He suddenly lowered his head and fiercely and deeply grasped her lips. It was no longer the shallow temptation from before, but the longing and desire that had been accumulated for too long, like a flood that finally broke through the floodgates, surging and drowning the two of them in an instant.
The kiss was fierce and urgent, with a thrill of loss and recovery and a thirst for confirmation.
In a hotel room in a foreign country, in the quiet night, all the distance and waiting disappeared at this moment.
Breaths intertwined, heartbeats roared, reason retreated step by step, leaving only the most primitive and sincere responses and demands.
Perhaps it was because they had been apart for too long and the longing had become a disease; perhaps it was because the sudden warmth in this strange country made people more addicted; this kiss quickly left the realm of gentleness and became uncontrollable and passionate, as if wanting to completely integrate the other person's breath into one's own life.
That kiss was like a spark that ignited dry wood, instantly setting the whole field on fire.
All the deliberate restraint, the long wait, and the longing across the ocean found the most primitive and direct outlet at this moment.
The dam of reason was vulnerable to the surging emotions and collapsed.
Lu Yiran picked her up sideways and sank into the soft carpet in a few steps.
Mu Nanyan hooked her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss, her eyes filled with misty light. The smoky gray silk shirt was quickly wrinkled and casually slid off the edge of the bed.
There were no more words, the rapid breathing and suppressed moans intertwined into the most moving melody.
The cool air touched the hot skin, causing a shiver, which was then covered by an even hotter body temperature.
His kisses fell delicately, carrying with them an unquestionable possession and a cherishing of lost and regained things, patrolling every inch of the territory of longing.
Her fingertips dug into his strong arms, and she completely sank into his pull, like a long-adrift boat finally entering the longed-for harbor.
Outside the window are the cold and bright lights of a foreign country, and inside the window is the lingering heat that resists death.
Their sweaty skin pressed against each other, their heartbeats pounding against each other's chests, as if they were about to merge into one.
Those days of separation, the suppressed longing in the overseas phone calls, and the forced calmness in front of the screen, all received the most extreme and warmest compensation at this moment.
As the night deepens, the city lights outside the window are still bright, but they seem to be isolated in another world.
The intense passion slowly receded, leaving behind a room filled with beautiful and warm tranquility.
Lu Yiran's arms were still tightly wrapped around Mu Nanyan's waist, holding her in his arms, their skin touching, and they could clearly feel each other's gradually calming heartbeats and slightly moist body temperatures.
Mu Nanyan's cheek was pressed against his sweaty chest, her slight breathing had not yet completely subsided, and her thick eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyes.
The whole person seemed to be floating in the warm sea water, so lazy that he didn't even want to move his fingertips.
Lu Yiran rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, stroking her long hair from time to time, his fingertips unconsciously lingering on her smooth back, bringing waves of drowsiness and numbness.
The air was filled with an indescribable intimacy, which was more tender and gentle than the previous intense one.
After a while, his low, hoarse voice sounded above her head, with a sense of laziness and a subtle satisfaction:
"Now, we finally meet."
He chuckled softly, and his chest vibrated slightly.
Hearing this, Mu Nanyan couldn't help but laugh softly in his arms, burying her face deeper into his arms. Her voice came out muffled, with a hint of pouting:
"Flimsy arguments..."
He tightened his arms and hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood, but his voice became deeper and more serious:
"Nan Yan, I've waited too long for this answer."
When he called her name, there was always a special tenderness.
She didn't answer immediately, but just snuggled quietly in his arms for a moment, then raised her head slightly.
The warm yellow night light outlined her soft profile and moist eyes. She looked at him with clear and firm eyes.
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