She stared at the mole on Luan Yenan's collarbone and kissed it again.
Yes, Luan Yenan gave her a hundred chances to run away.
She chose to retaliate, repeatedly challenging the client's bottom line.
Luan Yenan's eyes shimmered with light. He supported Zuo Baixuan with both hands, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, then made Zuo Baixuan sit in his lap.
Zuo Baixuan's neck itched slightly. She subconsciously raised her shoulder and looked down, only to see Luan Yenan's cunning eyes flash by, his alluring yet triumphant smile, before he kissed her lips.
His breath was instantly drained.
It was so domineering, leaving no room for escape.
But she is still gentle.
The deep kiss also gave her a chance to breathe.
Once all her muscles had relaxed, Luan Yenan took another step, placing her back on the soft blankets to cover her cool back.
Zuo Baixuan felt a slight bitterness in her heart.
Why is it that the tenderness I receive in this world comes from Luan Ye Nan?
Why do I feel like a child starved of love, getting deeper and deeper into this mess?
But……
But……
Zuo Baixuan hugged Luan Yenan tightly.
Luan Yenan had no experience, only instinct. She could act decisively in anything, but when it came to intimacy, she was a little clumsy. She could only lead the person into the quilt and try to be slow and gentle, but after a kiss, she tasted salty moisture.
She looked up.
Then I saw Zuo Baixuan's tearful eyes, and tears really fell.
The expression on his face wasn't one of comfort, but of genuine sadness.
The impulse brought on by alcohol and deep-seated desires was instantly suppressed by heartache. Just looking at Zuo Baixuan like this, Luan Yenan's heart melted completely.
She reached out and touched Zuo Baixuan's cheek, her voice dry: "Did I hurt you?"
Zuo Baixuan shook her head and turned her face away.
Tears streamed down and fell onto the pillow.
Luan Yenan gritted his teeth, his interest dampened by half.
It would be difficult for her to act if Zuo Baixuan didn't have this thought.
He just wanted to get out of bed first, give the drunk Zuo Baixuan some hot water, and drink some cold water himself to calm down.
But Luan Yenan had only just tried to get out of the blanket when Zuo Baixuan hugged him like a pillow.
Like a stiff, lifeless cushion.
Luan Yenan was pulled back into bed, completely confused about the current situation.
She was probably drunk, and her mind was a complete mess.
I shouldn't have been so impulsive and ruined the relationship between the client and the service provider, or I shouldn't have been so gentle and let everything become a fait accompli.
However, she also knew that neither of these options would make her feel at ease.
She felt a tightness in her chest, unable to exhale or suppress it.
He could only lie down and push Zuo Baixuan into his arms with even more force.
Zuo Baixuan tilted her head back, choked back a sob, and slowly spoke into Luan Yenan's ear: "My mother passed away when I was a child, so I have no home since then."
Luan Yenan loosened his grip.
He immediately lost his temper.
Luan Yenan sighed softly, reached out and placed his hand on Zuo Baixuan's head, gently rubbing it.
The hairstyle, ruined by the intense back-and-forth movement, is now even more disheveled.
Luan Yenan carefully removed the hair clip from Zuo Baixuan's hair, and thought of his past self.
No wonder I felt at first glance that Xiaobaihua was probably the same kind of person as me.
It turns out that their childhood experiences were similar.
Luan Yenan didn't say anything like "this place will be your home from now on," but instead said slowly, "Perhaps Mom just wanted to leave first so that you could settle down in the next life first. If you are well in this life, she will be content."
Luan Yenan felt the body in her arms tremble slightly, probably touched by what she had said, and then she began to sob softly.
Luan Yenan held Zuo Baixuan in one arm and placed all the hair clips on the bedside table with the other. He then played instrumental music on his phone in an attempt to soothe her.
Zuo Baixuan's tears did not stop.
Luan Yenan tried to change the subject: "I'll also tell you a secret, Luan Xing is my biological mother."
A warning came from the glands at the back of Luan Ye Nan's neck, and the pheromones that were already avoiding him intensified their protest and began to attack his body.
The pain made Luan Yenan frown, and he groaned softly as he gripped the sheets.
But Zuo Baixuan, who was in her arms, suddenly stopped crying and looked up at her, as if waiting for gossip about the secrets of the wealthy family.
This made Luan Yenan ignore the pain on his body and couldn't help but laugh. He directly used the blanket to wipe Zuo Baixuan's tears and used a lazy tone to cover up his weakness: "You little kitten, you won't be pretty if you keep crying. Why did I choose you as the client?"
Zuo Baixuan snuggled closer to the blanket and said in a low voice, "I don't know why you chose me to be the service provider. I've never understood."
Luan Yenan thought, "Maybe it's because of fate. You are the prize I want to win from fate."
But she couldn't bring herself to say those words.
If I said it out loud, Zuo Baixuan would definitely judge it as some kind of disgusting and perverse taste.
Looking at the tenderness in Luan Yennan's eyes, Zuo Baixuan suddenly asked, "My childhood experiences always make me wonder if there will ever be anyone in this world who will like me again. What do you think?"
Luan Yennan looked at Zuo Baixuan without saying a word, but his eyes conveyed a great deal of information.
Zuo Baixuan couldn't stand the gaze, but at this moment she liked it, and moved even closer to her: "Luan Yenan, do you like me?"
I want to know the answer, yet I don't want to know the answer.
Zuo Baixuan then muttered to herself, "No, I suspect that someone like you probably doesn't even know what 'like' means."
"For example, right now, I feel sorry for you, and I think that's what it means to like someone." Luan Yenan's pain eased slightly, and he pinched Zuo Baixuan's cheek to stop her from saying any more slanderous things.
"Does it hurt your heart? If feeling heartache is a sign of liking someone... then I can't help but feel heartache when I see your sad eyes." Zuo Baixuan blushed slightly, but thoughtfully changed the subject.
Luan Yenan was also taken aback: "When?"
"My home, when you meet Mommy." Zuo Baixuan gave her answer without much thought.
Luan Yenan was silent for a moment, then a chord in his heart was touched again, and he melted into the beautiful piano background music. Then he laughed: "You're in trouble, you like me too."
It's like declaring a certain established fact.
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Chapter 51
"You like me too."
Luan Yennan's low, husky voice came over, circled around Zuo Baixuan's ear tip, making her ear itch and her scalp tingle, then drilled into her ear and flowed through her blood vessels to her whole body in an instant.
The effects of the alcohol, which had subsided slightly, surged back up.
Zuo Baixuan stared at Luan Yenan in astonishment, as if a secret she herself couldn't understand had suddenly been exposed.
Luan Yenan has always thought that slow-witted people are stupid, and she has never liked working with or even interacting with such people.
But when this slight hesitation appeared in Zuo Baixuan, she realized that double standards were a real phenomenon.
Luan Yenan reached out and gently lifted Zuo Baixuan's chin, making her look at him.
The music on the phone was changing tracks, and during the brief silence, Luan Yenan heard Zuo Baixuan's rapid breathing.
No answer is an answer in itself.
Luan Yenan continued the action he had just interrupted without giving it much thought.
Zuo Baixuan's body stiffened for a moment, then gradually calmed down with short, delicate kisses.
She didn't know what this feeling, which she had never experienced before, was like, but she was overwhelmed by the rich aroma of vodka and couldn't control herself.
Luan Yenan's eyes were deep, imprinting every breath Zuo Baixuan took into his mind.
For the first time, Luan Yenan had the idea of curing the glands by using pheromones to mark them.
Her strong possessiveness led her to try to leave her mark on Zuo Baixuan in more ways.
As the background music "Ballade pour Adeline" played, Luan Yenan's fingertips danced on Zuo Baixuan's body.
The tacit understanding they developed while practicing dance was also on display at this moment.
The two were on the same wavelength and danced together in perfect harmony with the music.
Zuo Baixuan opened her eyes and, through her hazy vision, saw the smile on Luan Yenan's face. Her face flushed, and she closed her eyes again.
Just pretend it's a dream, don't look directly into those mischievous eyes, and mutter under your breath, "Don't look at me, what's there to see?"
Luan Yenan's breath brushed against his cheek: "You've never looked better than you do now."
“You’re so wicked…” Zuo Baixuan interrupted herself with a slight tremor. She placed one hand on Luan Yennan’s shoulder and the other on Luan Yennan’s face, trying to push her away.
Luan Yenan is that Adeline.