Chapter 118 I Want to Stay with You
He took a deep breath and continued, "So I ran to your house and gave up the idea of tying you up."
"I like you. If you don't like me, how can I force you to stay with me?"
Jiang Tingwan was stunned. She didn't expect him to say such words. Looking at his serious eyes, this man who was usually like a hedgehog actually opened all his defenses to her without reservation.
"Lu Yi quietly said that the Jiang family doesn't care about you at all. Is that why you always subconsciously avoid them?"
"If that's the case, what right do I have to question you?" He smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Even your initial approach was forced by the situation. So, I should be the first one to approach you."
"You are gentle, patient, and considerate," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "and I am willful, irritable, and impatient. It's normal for you to push me away."
"So, I decided not to lose my temper with you anymore. It's because I like you and I am your captive. You must have your reasons for pushing me away and ignoring me."
He squeezed her fingertips gently. "I want to be closer, and I should give something."
Jiang Tingwan's breathing paused slightly. The eyes of the person in front of her were full of sincerity, and the strong affection almost overflowed.
"So..." He took a deep breath and looked at her with burning eyes, "I want to stay with you, even if you don't want to confirm the relationship now."
Jiang Tingwan opened her mouth and tried to make a sound, but her throat seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't make a sound. Was this person still Lu Zhaoye? She was a little dazed.
When Lu Zhaoye saw her stunned expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he actually laughed out loud.
He slowly moved forward, his movements as gentle as a feather brushing against hers, and his lips lightly pressed against hers, touching and leaving in an instant like a dragonfly touching the water.
Then he held her head in his hands and deepened the kiss irresistibly.
Jiang Tingwan was still immersed in the shocking words that had just come to her senses. Her body, which was sitting on his lap, was shaky and she almost slipped off.
In a panic, she couldn't help but stretch out her hands and hug his neck tightly. Under his seductive attack, she couldn't help but kiss him back.
At some point, he had unbuttoned his clothes one by one, exposing large areas of fair skin to the air without reservation, with a slightly alluring luster.
Lu Zhaoye buried his head deeply under her neck, his hot and humid breath sprayed on her skin, making her shiver all over.
Jiang Tingwan could only grab his hair subconsciously, "Lu Zhaoye, you..." Her voice was intermittent and broken.
"Is it okay?" The man's voice was filled with lust as he looked at her blushing face.
Jiang Tingwan glanced away without saying anything.
Lu Zhaoye chuckled softly, and then his lightly calloused hand gently stroked her smooth and white back, as if igniting a series of secret sparks.
In this passionate atmosphere, they moved from the sofa to the dining table.
Jiang Tingwan had the thought of escaping, but just as she made a move, he grabbed her back forcefully and held her in his arms again.
Lu Zhaoye called out again and again, "Baby", "Wanwan", "Tingwan", using different affectionate names over and over again.
However, Jiang Tingwan had already been overwhelmed by the surging tide of emotion and was simply unable to respond to him coherently.
She began to regret not leaving just now. She was clearly the one questioning him, so why did he outwit her?
It was bright outside, and she was actually seduced by him...having sex in broad daylight.
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When Jiang Tingwan was carried back to the bed from the bathroom by Lu Zhaoye, her whole body sore, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them.
In a daze, she felt the man carefully wiping her body with a warm towel, his movements as gentle as if he was treating fragile porcelain.
She was so sleepy that she didn't even bother to move her fingers. When she was put into bed, she softly kicked him in the chest and mumbled: "Lu Zhaoye...you have to pay me for today's salary..."
The man chuckled, wrapped his large hands around her fair ankles, and leaned over to place a devout kiss on the back of her feet.
"Well, I'll compensate you." His voice was hoarse with satisfaction, and his fingertips caressed her red ankles.
When I woke up again, dusk had already penetrated the curtains.
Jiang Tingwan rubbed her eyes and walked out of the bedroom. The aroma coming from the kitchen gave her the illusion that she was living at home.
Lu Zhaoye was cutting vegetables with his back to her. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were neatly defined by the apron straps. The soup stewing on the stove was bubbling.
Who could have imagined that the unruly Master Lu would now wear an apron and cook for her every day...
This scene inexplicably reminded her of the words "good young husband". After she realized it, she got goose bumps and quickly shook her head to get rid of this ridiculous thought.
"Awake?" Lu Zhaoye turned to look at her with a smile on his lips.
He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and handed it to her lips: "Try it, black chicken stewed with angelica and astragalus. Your hands and feet are always cold at night."
Jiang Tingwan took a sip from his hand, and the sweet taste melted on her tongue. She glanced at the man's expectant eyes and said perfunctorily: "Master Lu is really versatile."
"Well, I do have many talents." Instead of being discouraged by her coldness, he leaned closer to her ear, his breath burning her earlobe: "For example... next time we can try in the kitchen?"
"......"
Jiang Tingwan suddenly turned her head and glared at him, but her heart trembled at the dark color in the man's eyes.
She pushed him away with a wooden face: "Go cook your meal!"
Lu Zhaoye smiled and took her hand, then pulled her into his arms. There was still flour on his apron, which left white spots on her nightgown.
He bent down and kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with unconcealed affection:
"All up to you."
Jiang Tingwan turned and walked towards the living room, but the doorbell suddenly rang.
She opened the door.
Wen Nian's harmless face appeared before his eyes.
Jiang Tingwan's pupils shrank - Oh no, she had completely forgotten about agreeing to have dinner with him last night!
"Bang!"
She closed the door reflexively, walked quickly back to the kitchen, tugged at Lu Zhaoye's sleeve, and said calmly: "I may have something to go out for, or..."
Lu Zhaoye lowered his head and looked at her. If it was about work, he would understand.
He had already started thinking about what compensation he wanted.
But before Jiang Tingwan could finish her words, the doorbell rang again.
Now he felt something was wrong.
Lu Zhaoye put down the spatula and squinted at her: "Is there something going on, or is there someone here?
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