Hearing the word "idiot", Lu Yan's heart was so excited that he almost jumped out. He was a ten-ring master in the Mu Cang, and it was the first time for him to hold a pair of small earrings without any attack power. His hands kept shaking.
He shook back and forth like this many times before he put the earrings on An An's ears. The girl's ears were white and tender, and under his palms, they turned from white to red, and finally became as red as rabbit ears.
Lu Yan tried three times and finally put the earrings on An An's ears. With the round and small white pearls as a backdrop, the girl's ears became more and more pink.
The man's palms and fingertips were covered with thin cords. Because he was not familiar with this delicate work, he was obviously trembling a little, especially when his fingertips touched An An's earlobe, they swayed back and forth several times before he stabilized his movements.
He moved very gently, for fear of hurting An An, and kept lowering his head and breathing, for fear that if he hurt her, he could help blow on her to relieve the pain.
For An An, putting on this pair of earrings might only take a few minutes, but for Lu Yan, it seemed like a century. This was the first time he took the initiative to give a girl a gift, and the first time he put earrings on a girl. He cherished it, was careful, and cautious. He even dared to say that he had never been so nervous when he took the wooden barn to the shooting range for the first time.
For the first time, he felt that a girl's ears could be so small. He could easily cover her entire face by putting it in his palm, and even the girl's face. He could cover it with one palm and there was still more.
He took his big hand with distinct joints and gestured at An An's face.
After his five fingers were stretched out, An An's entire face was only on one of his joints. When he covered it, the girl's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like a feather, moving back and forth in his palm. The itching feeling passed through his palm to his heart, and Lu Yan felt extremely satisfied.
An An was reluctant to push Lu Yan's hand away, but the thin silk in the man's palm scratched her face, which was tingling at first, and then a trace of panic rose in her eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She took Lu Yan's hand down, trying to look serious, and she said seriously, "Brother Yan, your hand is so sharp."
The originally ambiguous atmosphere was completely dissipated because of this sentence.
Lu Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He put his hand on An An's furry little head, rubbed it, and doted on it, "It's really..." After talking for a long time, he couldn't bear to say it out loud.
An An looked up, staring at Lu Yan, deliberately, "What is it?"
Lu Yan did not hesitate, "Naughty!" After saying that, he paused, and quickly added, "But I like it." He likes An An no matter what kind of An An is.
An An looked at Lu Yan like this, pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother Yan, you have a strong desire to survive."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, like the breeze in March, gently passing over Lu Yan's restless heart, making him shocked. He looked down at the girl in front of him, her small and white cheeks were blushing at this time, her eyes were like the brightest temperament in the sky, her nose was slightly wrinkled, and further down was a small mouth that was red and moist, and at the lips, a pair of pear-shaped smiles.
Lu Yan just stared at An An stupidly, as if he couldn't see enough of her.
There is no girl who doesn't like her lover to stare at her absentmindedly, and An An is no exception. For the first time, she felt lucky that her skin had become white. If it was the dark hair before, she would feel a chill at the thought of it. She decided not to think about
it anymore. After the two stood outside and enjoyed the cool breeze for a while, the heat on their bodies slowly dissipated, so they turned back and walked towards the car. After getting in the car, An An suddenly felt that getting in the car was an unwise move.
Because of the cool breeze outside, the heat on her face was finally removed, but now, the small space in the car made her face feel dry again, and it was slowly covered with a layer of clouds.
She put her hand on the window unconsciously, trying to open it, but Lu Yan was faster. His big hands with distinct joints suddenly covered An An's small hands. The burning heat in his palms startled An An.
A trace of worry flashed in her eyes, "Brother Yan, are you sick?"
Lu Yan suddenly leaned over and looked down at An An who was half-confined in his arms. His eyes were too hot, making An An feel more and more uneasy. After a while, Lu Yan's eyes darkened, staring at the red and moist lips, and whispered, "I am sick, An An you are my medicine." The medicine that can make him go to heaven and earth, and nothing is impossible.
In An An's impression, Lu Yan has always been a cold and wooden lump. It's rare that he can say such words.
An An seemed to want to distinguish whether the man in front of her was really her cold Brother Yan. She stretched out her hand and pinched Lu Yan's face, muttering, "It's Brother Yan! That's right!"
What she didn't know was that in front of a man who was full of her heart and eyes, a pair of soft and boneless hands pinched the man's face, and Lu Yan seemed to be electrocuted, and the whole person froze there.
The blood in his body also flowed backwards. In front of the girl he loved, every move of hers was full of temptation in Lu Yan's eyes.
The next second, he suddenly extended his index finger with a thin thread and brushed across An An's moist lips. This seemed like a signal, or like a current, which suddenly made Lu Yan lose his mind. He didn't care, lowered his head, and steadily captured the lips he had dreamed of. Just like in his memory, soft and sweet, Lu Yan's body trembled, and then deepened a little.
An An's mind suddenly exploded. Lu Yan was actually kissing her? ? An An subconsciously reached out and pushed Lu Yan, trying to push him away. Who knew that Lu Yan's left hand was firmly pressing An An's shoulder. He squinted his eyes slightly, flashing a hint of danger, and his voice was even more seductive, "An An, be good, relax!"
Lu Yan's voice seemed to carry a magical power. Under this temptation, An An actually closed her eyes obediently, and she subconsciously followed Lu Yan's movements and danced together.
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