Chapter 1: Don't touch what others have in their bowls.
[Falling in love with you is important, but falling in love with you is even more important] — Yan Tingnan.
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Are you sure you want to do this?
In the open-air bathtub of the Nebula penthouse suite, amidst the rising steam, Yan Tingnan removed her gold-rimmed glasses, revealing her complete eyebrows and eyes.
Without the lenses to conceal it, the aggressiveness in those eyes was laid bare.
Su Ruan slightly raised her drunken eyes, the corners of her eyes gleaming with a peach-blossom hue, and stared straight at him.
This 190cm tall, aloof, and powerful man had just taken off his suit, revealing his superior physique beneath his soaked white shirt.
Help! Who can withstand this?
The more abstinent he is, the more I want to see him lose control.
The more aloof he is, the more I want to see his sexual tension explode.
"If you change your mind and call it a stop halfway through..."
His fingertips brushed against the soft, soaked lace bra strap, his voice low and husky.
"It's not up to you."
Su Ruan's eyes, reddened by the alcohol, trembled.
The man in front of me is Yan Tingnan, a well-known cold-faced Buddhist monk in Beijing's social circle. He is 32 years old this year.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, she possesses a dignified and aloof demeanor, and her bone structure is so perfect that it is flawless.
What's even more surprising is that he is also Yan Yunye's adoptive father.
If that scumbag found out she was soaking in his adoptive father's bathtub...
Thinking of Yan Yunye's expression after discovering his home had been raided, a sense of vengeful pleasure suddenly welled up inside him.
She deliberately hooked her toes into the folds of the man's trousers.
"Sir, your clothes are all wet..."
Her voice was sweet and soft, clear and pure, swirling and penetrating into people's hearts.
Yan Tingnan raised an eyebrow and approached, his breath brushing against Su Ruan's earlobe.
"so?"
When his lips brushed against hers almost lightly, Su Ruan's ears instantly burned.
"Can you teach me how to handle this?"
I drank half a bottle of tequila tonight and now I'm feeling really craving it. With my face burning like a sunset, I blurted it out.
"I need a very detailed one."
Alcohol emboldens cowards, and they dare to utter any outrageous or lewd words.
Yan Tingnan was stunned by those captivating almond-shaped eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Teach you?"
He suddenly grabbed her misbehaving wrist, the calluses on his hand tickling her.
"My teaching style isn't exactly gentle."
Yan Tingnan inserted his knuckles into the stray hairs on the back of Su Ruan's neck.
Before she could react, cool lips pressed down on her.
"wait……"
Her final syllable was crushed between her lips and teeth.
The kiss was so forceful that she felt almost suffocated.
Su Ruan had to cling to his shoulders to maintain her balance.
The Buddhist monk broke his vegetarian diet, and indeed, he became incredibly wild.
"Take a breath."
Yan Tingnan pressed his forehead against his chest and gave the command in a hoarse voice, water droplets dripping from his high, straight nose.
"You can't even learn this?" he said, his words carrying the imposing authority of a superior.
Just then, the phone rang at an inopportune moment.
He loosened his grip slightly and glanced at the phone on the high side table.
"catch."
Yan Tingnan turned her over, pressed the answer button, and then ran his palm along her waistline.
"But don't get distracted."
With Yan Tingnan's scorching breath still lingering in her ears, Su Ruan hadn't recovered when Yan Yunye's impatient questioning came from the other end of the phone.
"You're making me dawdle all night just to buy a dress?"
"Wanwan's skin reacted to the alcohol, so we're waiting to change her clothes."
"I'll give you ten minutes. Don't make me think you're useless."
Su Ruan chuckled, tilted her head back slightly, and her hair tangled around the sandalwood bracelet on Yan Tingnan's wrist.
"Allergies every night?"
"The suggestion here is to amputate Wanwan's leg directly."
"I didn't have time to buy a dress, but I met a teacher who was teaching an essential course for adults."
Her tone was languid yet provocative, every word dripping with venom.
Yan Yunye's voice tightened instantly: "Teacher? With whom!"
"Mind your own business..."
Before Su Ruan could finish speaking, Yan Tingnan increased the pressure with his fingertips and bit her earlobe.
"It hurts, be gentle..."
"Bang!"
The sound of a wine glass shattering came from the other end of the phone, and Yan Yunye's low roar exploded through the speakerphone.
"Su Ruan!!"
Upon hearing this name, Yan Tingnan's fingers suddenly clenched, and his eyes darkened.
"Su, Ruan?"
Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, the car overturned.
That jinx Yan Yunye ruined her plans!
Her hand slipped, and her phone fell into the bathtub with a splash.
Yan Tingnan lowered her eyes, and the three characters "Yan Yunye" on the screen distorted and deformed with the ripples.
As the phone sank to the bottom of the water, bubbles carrying Yan Yunye's angry roar rose to the surface.
The buzzing of the receiver hadn't faded, but the burning sensation in Yan Tingnan's palm had already subsided.
He was familiar with the name Su Ruan.
Yan Yunye, the adopted son, has been followed by a girl named Su Ruan since high school.
Unexpectedly, the troublesome person that Yan Yunye was trying to avoid at all costs was now wrapped around his waist.
"You're only asking my name now?"
Su Ruan's wet hair clung to her cheeks as her gaze climbed up the man's Adam's apple.
"Do teachers not prepare lessons before class?"
Yan Tingnan gripped Su Ruan's chin with his tiger's mouth and lifted it upwards.
"Trying to mess with me? You've got some nerve."
Su Ruan gasped in pain, but still tried to provoke him.
"Sir, you took the bait voluntarily."
Yan Tingnan released his grip, his eyes regaining their usual cool and aloof expression.
"Didn't anyone teach you the lesson that playing with fire will get you burned?"
Su Ruan tilted her head to look at his furrowed brows.
The lingering desire in the corner of his eye hadn't completely faded; he looked quite alluring.
"Playing with fire?"
Her slightly drunken voice trailed off, reaching into people's ears in a roundabout way.
"That depends on who started the fire."
He suddenly stood up, his muscular back beneath his wet shirt screaming "keep away."
"Sorry, I prefer things clean."
Don't touch the food in someone else's bowl.
Especially the one in the adopted son's bowl.
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