Waiting for her in bed? Why did that sound so suggestive? Wen Nuan thought while taking a shower.
When she came out of the bathroom, Leng Yan had already showered in the guest room and was in a robe, blow-drying his hair. Seeing her enter in a matching robe, he put down the hairdryer and pointed to the clothes scattered on the bed, a mischievous smile in his eyes: "Which one are you wearing tonight, or should we try them on one by one? Don’t worry, I’m very patient and willing to help you choose one that’s perfect for tonight."
"Ah? No, that’s not necessary."
Only then did Wen Nuan remember she hadn’t tidied up, having gone straight to wash up. She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep, and Leng Yan got to see all of this.
Her face flushed as she hurriedly gathered the things on the bed to stuff into the wardrobe, but he suddenly embraced her from behind, causing everything to scatter on the floor.
The next second, he had placed her in the center of the bed, bracing himself over her, staring at her.
The sudden attack and the burning gaze made her heart race—part excitement, part nervousness—as warmth rose in her chest. She wanted to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. His deep, dark eyes tightly locked on hers, making her even more uneasy.
"Leng Yan!" She raised her voice a little: "Let me go!"
"Shh!" Leng Yan placed a finger on her lips, his expression soft and coaxing: "Nuannuan, call me Yan."
On the day Ji Wei signed, she called him that sweetly and melodiously—he’d love to hear it again.
Wen Nuan’s heart trembled.
That day she called him like that in the heat of the moment; can she do it today too? Can she call him like that every day in the future?
Wen Nuan’s voice trembled a little: "Can I call you that in the future too?"
Although it was just one character different from Leng Yan, as Tong Xi had said, a single word can mean worlds apart.
"Of course." Looking into her eyes as bright as moonlight, Leng Yan nodded.
He wasn’t sure when it started, but the name Leng Yan from her mouth began to feel awkward to him. He didn’t like it. He preferred her soft voice calling him Yan, or husband.
Leng Yan was startled by his own thoughts.
So, unconsciously, he had already regarded her as his wife, not the initial annoying infatuated woman? He didn’t even know when this feeling began; the only thing he was sure of was that he didn’t mind—it even pleased him.
"Yan." Wen Nuan shifted slightly, leaned to his ear, and called softly, her voice gentle and pleasant.
"Nuannuan." Her breath was soft and seductive, sparking a heat that stirred Leng Yan’s heart, unwittingly charming him, lending emotion to his voice.
Originally eager to see her in those clothes, he now longed to have her immediately, regardless of those things.
No matter what she wore, his wife was just as gentle and charming, captivating him.
His kisses were gentle, as his body pressed down, Wen Nuan slowly closed her eyes...
His phone suddenly rang, and Wen Nuan trembled slightly, reminding him, "The phone..."
Who calls in the dead of night to ruin someone’s bliss? So annoying, right?