Chapter 394 Yan’an Cp Countdown (4)

An An glanced at him and quickly turned back to the room. She picked a long knitted sweater and put it on, and then hurried downstairs.

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Yan, who was standing at the entrance, looked up and saw a delicate yellow figure running over on the retro-carved stairs.

Lu Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her carefully with his brown eyes from top to bottom. The bright yellow sweater seemed to have a milky white skirt inside, and the rippling milky white lace skirt was on the sweater. A small part of her bottom was exposed, and she was wearing a pair of pink slippers on her feet. The pretty 18-year-old girl was so young that she could squeeze out water.

Lu Yan raised his beautiful eyebrows and gently rubbed them with his two big palms in his trouser pockets.

He just watched her all the way here, never getting tired of her.

A maid had already knelt down to change Lu Yan's shoes. This maid was young and beautiful, with a good figure. She wore an apron that pinched her waist.

An An saw the maid when she ran over. Her young and charming face said calmly, "You go down, I'll do it."

The maid was stunned and immediately looked up at the man standing next to her. Unexpectedly, Lu Yan didn't look at her at all. The man's eyes stopped on An An.

"Yes, Miss." The maid then slowly stepped aside.

An An walked over, knelt down her delicate body, and stretched out her white and tender hands to change his shoes.

Lu Yan looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered. The girl lowered her little head to change his shoes. She looked so docile, just like a newborn kitten nestling at his feet.

After changing into slippers, he kicked her calf with the toe of his shoe.

When she squatted down, her two thin legs were together, very polite, but it made him feel itchy to see her.

He kicked her with the toe of his shoe.

An An raised her little head and looked at him with a pair of watery black and white eyes. The man also stared at her, looking a bit frivolous.

He was teasing her.

Like a kitten playing with itself.

An An pouted her pink lips, stood up and left.

But as soon as she lifted her feet, a rough big hand came over and grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled hard.

An An's delicate body directly hit the man's strong chest.

Her little head hurt so much, and his chest felt like it was made of steel bars. It was cold and painful, and she cried in pain when he bumped into it.

"Yeah", she cried.

At this time, two slender fingers pinched her small chin, forcing her to raise her head, and a man's low laughter sounded above her head, "What is it called? It sounds like a cat."

After all, she was young and had never been in contact with any man except him. When he teased her like this, her face turned red and her eyes hid.

Before Miaojiang, he was also strict with her. No matter how the women outside played with her, they would not touch her, let alone tease her.

But now he seems like a different person.

An An is a little uncomfortable. Even more unbearable.

Two small white hands touched his hard chest, and she wanted to push him away.

Lu Yan didn't move and looked at her.

With a gentle lift, he carried her directly to the corner.

An An was about to move, but with a "pop" sound, Lu Yan put a big palm on her side, blocking her completely.

"What's the matter, are you so shy?"

In such a big villa, such a small corner is filled with the hot and clean masculinity of his body. This is the world she wants.

"Why didn't you answer my call last night?" he asked in a low voice.

An An moved her mouth and lied, "I fell asleep and didn't hear you."

"Put it on!" He swore at her.

An An's butterfly-like Yu Jie suddenly trembled, "Lu Yan, don't say dirty words!"

He was still wearing the clothes he wore in prison, except that he wore a gray shirt over a black vest. The shirt was not tucked into his trousers. He looked tall and strong, strong and powerful, and all women liked it.

An An slowly stretched out her little hands and hugged his strong waist, lowered her head and said, "Lu Yan, I miss you."

She was just below his chest, and she spoke with a sullen expression, a little aggrieved and coquettish. Lu Yan put one hand in his trouser pocket and clenched his palm, "You don't want me to answer my call?"

"If I don't see you again, I'll only miss you more."

"What do you want me for?"

"There are so many. I want you to praise me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to hug me..."

"Okay! Not weaned yet?"

"..." An An pressed her little face against his chest, listening to the heartbeat coming from his atrium. It was thumping, thumping, and powerful. She murmured in a low voice, "Lu Yan, I cry when I miss you." …”

Lu Yan froze, then put his firm chin against her head and rubbed her head. He tightened his arms to hold her in his arms. His deep magnetic voice revealed a bit of helplessness and coaxing, "I really haven't been weaned yet." , are you still crying?”