Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qingqing felt that she was being neglected, he was still flirting with her when they were standing at the staircase, but now, he seemed to have zero interest in her.
What was wrong?
Fixing her gaze on him, the room was lit up with a faint yellow light and the looks of him bending over to smoke exuded an indescribable charm. The man was unrestrained and downright sexy. At the same time, when he frowned without uttering a word, he seemed… lonely, as though his heart was empty.
It was as though he had spent his entire life without any companion.
Qingqing was reminded of the little girl in the lobby just now, she seemed to be as lonely as him.
They were both reclusive and fate brought them together to comfort each other. 13 years had gone by in the blink of an eye, all that was left for them was an ill-fated entanglement and also…
“Master Yan, why are you giving Qingqing the cold shoulder?” Qingqing ran forward to hug Lu Yan.
But she didn’t manage to hug him, he lightly pushed away her forehead with the cigarette still in his hand, not allowing her to get any closer.
His deep voice was in her ear, making a sneering comment, “Don’t be so desperate, hold yourself back a little, hm?”
“…”
Qingqing’s beautiful face blushed, she lifted her eyes to look at him but in the haziness, his brown eyes were profound and it was impossible for anyone to decipher his thoughts.
“Master Yan, don’t you want Qingqing to serve you?”
Lu Yan took in a puff of the cigarette, judging the woman from head to toe as he teased her, “Oh? How do you plan to serve me?”
Qingqing’s eyes lit up, this man seemed to be interested in her and so she sashayed over, swaying her sexy hips in front of him. “Master Yan, how would you like me to serve you?”
How to serve him?
The smell of tobacco was getting a little strong and Lu Yan frowned. There was something strange in his throat and his palm was still sweaty. His entire mind was filled with the scene of them in the cramped closet, when she stretched out her little tongue…
His glance paused at Qingqing’s red lips and the atmosphere heated up.
Qingqing understood his heated gaze and she stepped forward and blinked flirtatiously, sticking out her tongue to lick her own lips in a suggestive manner.
“Master Yan…”
The voice was too sweet.
Sickeningly sweet.
Lu Yan gave her a cold-eyed stare. Fuck! This woman had made him soft. In an instant he had lost the raging desire from before.
When he had come out from the closet, he was more than uncomfortable, having to restrain the pent up desire and hold it in. At least now, he was relieved from the discomfort.
With no interest at all, he tapped away the cigarette ash in the ashtray, raising a corner of his lips into a disdainful sneer.
It wasn’t her.
He moved his tongue around, trying to recall the faint, milky scent in his mouth but it was no longer present, his breath was only filled with the faint smell of tobacco.
His handsome face darkened, instantly smoking at greater speed.
After living for 35 years, that was his first kiss.
It felt so f*cking… good.
It felt so pleasurable that he was going to go crazy.
Qingqing was perplexed, she had a feeling that this man was bipolar and elusive. “Master Yan, I…”
Suddenly, there was a loud scream from next door!
Since the soundproofing in Jinhua Palace was excellent, it wasn’t clear whether it was because the woman had screamed too loudly or because the place was too quiet, but her scream was heard very clearly.
“Who’s staying in the room next door? So inconsiderate, screaming this late at night…”
Qingqing was still complaining when his body stiffened up, throwing the cigarette in the ashtray as he rushed out of the room.
“Master Yan, where are you going?” Qingqing hurriedly chased after him.
…
The room next door.
Lu Yan placed his large palm on the door knob, it wasn’t locked and so it opened once he twisted it.