Extra: Lu Yannan & Pei Mo Ning (15)
Lu family villa.
The night is dark.
Even the cold water couldn't dispel the heat and blockage in my heart.
Lu Yannan was wrapped in a bathrobe and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He poured a glass of liquor without adding ice, tilted his head back and took a sip.
The burning sensation went from my throat all the way to my stomach.
Close your eyes.
Clear images flooded my mind uncontrollably: the cool touch of her fingertips as we climbed the mountain; the sweet fragrance of her hair as we took a photo at the summit; the profile of her focused explanation in the art museum...
Those warm fragments that have long been integrated into daily life.
The next second, the picture suddenly shattered, covered by the man's gaze staring at her and that damn hug.
Lu Yannan frowned irritably and took another sip of wine, trying to extinguish the image that kept burning him.
not enough.
The numbness brought by alcohol is not enough.
The strong urge to know the answer surged up again, even more violent than before in the car.
Must ask clearly.
He put down his glass, walked quickly to the bed and picked up his phone.
I clicked on the address book and Pei Mo Ning's avatar popped up instantly.
His fingertips hovered over the phone screen, trembling slightly.
What to edit?
[Who was that person at night?] Too abrupt.
[Do you know each other well?] That's too suggestive.
【I saw...】like a peeper.
Delete and write again, write and delete again.
This short line of words made it more difficult for him to start than any complicated merger and acquisition case.
The fingertips rested on the cold screen for a long time.
As the night deepens, the lights outside the window seem to become blurry.
Finally, he slammed the screen of his phone and threw it heavily back onto the bed.
The screen fell into deep darkness, just like the guilt he felt at the moment, which was overwhelming but he had nowhere to vent.
The string called reason finally overcame the impulse that was on the verge of losing control.
The price of victory is a deeper emptiness in the heart.
He lay in bed, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep.
I picked up my phone again and unconsciously scrolled through a social platform.
A video push that Pei Mo Ning liked came into view.
The video cover shows the silhouette of a man sitting at a piano.
Lu Yannan's fingertips suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
He clicked on the video.
In the picture, the host is interviewing a man, pianist, Wen Qingchuan.
That face was the man who looked at Pei Mo Ning with gentle eyes and hugged her at the door of the treatment center in the afternoon.
The string of reason in my brain completely broke.
The jealousy, anxiety, uneasiness and anger at having his territory invaded that had been pent up all night erupted like a volcano.
He sat up suddenly in bed.
No hesitation, no thinking.
After changing his clothes, he rushed out of the room and ordered the housekeeper in a deep voice: "Prepare the car!"
......
Late at night, Pei Mo Ning's community was silent.
The elevator numbers jumped silently.
With a soft 'ding' sound, the elevator door opened at the floor where Pei Mo Ning was.
Lu Yannan strode out and went straight to her door.
His knuckles banged against the door with uncontrollable force, the sound being particularly unsettling in the corridor.
Pei Mo Ning was slightly startled when he heard the knock on the door.
Walking to the video intercom screen by the door, the screen lit up, reflecting Lu Yannan's face outside the door, which looked like a storm was coming.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she reached out to open the door.
"Lu Yannan? Why are you..." She hadn't finished her words.
Lu Yannan had already stepped forward, his movements were irresistible and powerful.
He closed the door with a bang.
Then he turned around swiftly, put his arms on the door panel, and trapped Pei Mo Ning between the door panel and his body.
The distance was instantly shortened to the point where breathing could be heard.
He still carried the chill of the late night, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol and the crisp cold fragrance on his body, which forcefully invaded Pei Mo Ning's nasal cavity.
He leaned over slightly, approaching her, his eyes reddened with emotion, his gaze like a torch, piercing straight into her eyes.
"Who is that man?" He spoke, his voice hoarse, expressing emotions that were suppressed to the extreme.
Pei Mo Ning's heart skipped a beat at his aggressive attitude.
I have known him for so long, but I have never seen Lu Yannan so out of control.
She swallowed subconsciously, her throat tightened a little, and was about to explain.
Lu Yannan suddenly grabbed her waist.
The burning heat of his palm burned the skin around her waist through the thin pajamas.
He pressed her tightly against the door, his body pressed tightly against it.
His hot chest pressed against her softness, and their heartbeats pounded wildly in the silent entrance.
It was impossible to tell whose it was, as the sounds were chaotically and intensely intertwined, making the eardrums buzz.
He lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on her lips, and asked paranoidly: "What is your relationship with him? Why did you let him touch you?"
Lu Yannan paused, his voice suddenly softened, his tone was filled with hidden grievance: "Pei Mo Ning, aren't you putting together a puzzle with me?"
Pei Mo Ning was trapped in this small space by him, feeling the violent rise and fall of his chest and the scorching warmth of the hand on his waist.
She raised her eyes and met his stormy eyes, filled with anger, jealousy, and a hint of stubbornness she had never seen before.
Her heart felt like it was hit hard by something, and it felt sore and soft.
Pei Mo Ning took a deep breath and suppressed his still violent heartbeat: "I can't complete it."
She looked at him, her eyes calm, as if stating a fact: "This puzzle... seems to be missing something."
This sentence is like a spark thrown into an oil barrel!
The storm in Lu Yannan's eyes was instantly ignited.
The last bit of sanity was completely burned away.
He suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips with his hot lips.
"Hmm..." Pei Mo Ning only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before his lips and teeth were forcefully pried open by him.
His kiss was filled with punishment, and it was also filled with long-suppressed desire and unspeakable panic, sweeping over like a storm.
Lu Yannan greedily absorbed her breath, his tongue invading and entangling with irresistible force, as if he wanted to devour her completely.
Pei Mo Ning's body stiffened instantly and his mind went blank.
A strong electric current ran through their bodies from the lips and teeth between them.
Her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest, and she could clearly feel Lu Yannan's equally out-of-control heartbeat, like dense drumbeats, hitting her chest.
Resonating with her own madness.
This feeling was so strange and overwhelming that it made her feel weak all over and she could hardly stand. She could only subconsciously reach out and grab his shoulders.
This kiss was long and intense, with a desperate determination.
Only when both of them were breathing unsteadily did Lu Yannan move away a little, resting his forehead against hers and rubbing his nose against hers.
His heavy, hot breath sprayed on her lips.
Lu Yannan looked at her lips that were kissed until they were shimmering with water, and said in a hoarse voice: "All of it is fine."
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