"What’s the matter, are you feeling unwell?"
Leng Yan asked gently, freeing one hand to rub her brow, "Does this feel a lot better?"
She wanted to dodge, but he sealed her lips with his.
His kiss was swift, yet it was not forceful at all; it was as delicate and light as a feather, yet it could drown someone in its embrace. His peach blossom eyes shimmered with tenderness, making her somewhat unable to extricate herself.
This was the man she loved the most; every time he was gentle, it would always cause her to have some reservations, but she would still be beguiled.
Especially just now on the stage, seeing him almost kiss Ji Wei, she realized how much she longed for his kiss. She was so afraid he would kiss Ji Wei, she even thought how nice it would be if the woman on stage had been her.
Leng Yan’s lips continued, still gentle, yet increasingly affectionate. He liked the scent on her body, clean and fresh, seemingly with a faint fragrance of gardenias. He liked kissing her, liked holding her, and even more, liked enjoying that celestial bliss with her in the stillness of the night.
Leng Yan was startled by his own thought; to him, women were only ever an outlet, he never considered feeling, let alone thinking of it as enjoyment.
This thought made him uneasy, yet he didn’t want to stop. He cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"
Wen Nuan could no longer resist, slowly closed her eyes, her arm almost instinctively looped around his neck, holding him, her head slightly tilted back.
His throat rolled violently, the most primal desire was about to break through, a heavy breath escaped, and his body naturally pressed her down on the sofa.
Wen Nuan almost shivered, suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, "Leng Yan..."
"Shh! Call me Yan, like just now, call me Yan..."
It was the first time he heard her call him like that, the sound was damn sweet.
His gaze and tone were extremely gentle, Wen Nuan looked at him, actually entranced, and followed his cue, calling him as naturally as flowing water, her voice was very soft, yet infinitely tender.
Leng Yan was almost intoxicated by this voice, but as his body leaned in further, an annoying ringtone shattered this rare harmony.
Wen Nuan was finally snapped awake by the ringtone, she almost frantically pushed Leng Yan away, reaching for her phone.
Leng Yan somewhat domineeringly pressed her hand down, his pupils still filled with passion.
"We can’t do this here." Wen Nuan’s small face was pale, she pushed him away again, still somewhat unsettled.
She must have been bewitched just now, she must have been. What kind of place was this, she almost did something inappropriate.
If someone found out, she would die of shame.
"Hello, hi... oh, Miss Ji."
It was Ji Wei calling, saying she wanted to discuss the gown.
Adjusting her disheveled clothing, Wen Nuan clutched her chest, trying to make her voice sound calm: "I’m sorry, Miss Ji, I have to return to the office now, can we talk about the gown when I’m available?"