Luan Yenan's steps were even lighter than last time, and his breathing remained completely still.
But Zuo Baixuan could detect the subtle vodka.
She became increasingly sensitive to Luan Yenan's pheromones.
It can travel through the air by the scent of vodka and predict Luan Yenan's movements as he lies down on the bed before the mattress deforms.
But that's all.
Luan Yenan lay quietly and obediently on the bed, neither speaking nor moving.
Zuo Baixuan slowly opened her eyes.
The room wasn't completely dark; she could make out the outline of the table in front of her. If she turned around, she would also be able to see Luan Yenan's silhouette.
Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips.
I don't know why, but I felt an inexplicable urge to verify whether this idea was correct, so I turned around.
Almost simultaneously, she heard the fluctuations in the airflow.
Oh no!
Zuo Baixuan felt like a little rabbit that had jumped into a trap.
Instead, she was met with a pair of alluring eyes that shone with a ghostly light, yet were not terrifying.
The owner of those eyes, Luan Yenan, did indeed smile.
Her eyes shone with a light more alluring than foxfire as she stared at Zuo Baixuan's back.
As she lay down, she thought that if sleepiness came before she turned over, she would fall asleep peacefully.
But now...
The little white rabbit hopped over.
She also moved closer to the little white rabbit.
The slightest flutter of her eyelashes met with resistance; it was from between Zuo Baixuan's brows.
The two were so close it was almost suffocating.
But only Zuo Baixuan held her breath, while Luan Yenan openly breathed in the vanilla-scented air.
Breaths mingled with vodka and vanilla.
Zuo Baixuan did not dodge.
Luan Yenan made no attempt to conceal his intentions, reaching out to stroke Zuo Baixuan's cheek.
Although he intended to act first and inform Zuo Baixuan later, he still handed the trailer to her.
Zuo Baixuan's breathing became disordered, and her exhalation rhythm suddenly became short and rapid, clearly indicating that she had received the meaning of this gesture.
Luan Yenan gave her no more chance to dodge.
He leaned forward and offered a kiss.
It was different from a kiss in front of others, and different from a kiss while she was unconscious.
Luan Ye Nan controlled the pressure, gently pressing it against her slightly cool lips.
Their bodies gradually drew closer.
Even though Zuo Baixuan was wearing thick pajamas, it couldn't stop the pulse beating from under her thin nightgown.
Their hearts seemed to be racing, trying to see who could beat faster and stronger.
The unrestrained contact between the tongues gradually became a habit, a tacit understanding began to develop, cooperation began, and a chase began.
They even started comparing who was better.
Unbeknownst to them, the quiet room was filled with soft swallowing sounds and slurping sounds.
Who was thirsty and secretly drank the honeydew under the cover of night?
Vanilla vodka-flavored honeydew is sweet, but it's a drink that only adults can enjoy.
The restlessness seemed to have been soothed, yet also amplified.
Neither of them will let the other go, and neither of them will leave the other.
Huff—Luan Yenan took advantage of a breath's interval to slip his hand inside.
Zuo Baixuan seized a moment of rationality and stopped Luan Yenan's further attack before she went completely insane.
Luan Yenan's burgeoning intention was stopped. He reached out and stroked Zuo Baixuan's back, making her shudder.
The pajamas slipped down one shoulder.
Instead, Luan Yenan used her pearly teeth to bite it, leaving a row of teeth marks, not too hard, not too soft, like a ritualistic mark. After finishing, she withdrew her attack and made no further moves.
Zuo Baixuan did not pursue the matter, and Luan Yenan did not bring it up again.
As the breathing in the room gradually calmed down from rapid to even, it became quiet. It was as if nothing had happened, as if they had returned to the state when Luan Yenan had just entered the room and Zuo Baixuan was still quietly waiting.
But Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan were both very clear about what had just happened; everything had been done either voluntarily, tacitly, premeditatedly, or instinctively.
But no one said anything more.
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Chapter 41
The rising sun awakens all things.
The gentle light piercing through the clouds passed through the window glass, without any specific shape, outlining the shape of a window frame on the ground.
But the light is not confined to the window frame.
The morning sunlight was so stimulating that Luan Yenan blinked lightly, and in her dazed state, she felt as if she were floating on a pure white cloud.
My whole body was enveloped in a soft, tactile sensation.
This was a rare, perfect sleep; my mind and energy were overflowing, and even my unruly neck was completely at peace.
Luan Yenan made a slight movement.
She was also holding someone in her arms.
I don't know when I did it in my sleep, but I took the little white flower and hugged it to my chest as if it were a soft white cloud.
She glanced at the top of Zuo Baixuan's head, twirled her hair with her fingers, and pressed down a stray strand.
"woke up?"
A soft, warm breath escaped from her arms, landing on Luan Yennan's collarbone, tickling him.
Zuo Baixuan's voice was neither loud nor soft, and her tone was indistinct, but she was clear-headed. She may have woken up even earlier than Luan Yenan. She had been holding her breath since Luan Yenan woke up, and only now could she finally speak.
Luan Yenan breathed through his nasal cavity, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Little White Flower woke up earlier than her but didn't break free from her embrace. She really wanted to know what kind of expression Zuo Baixuan would have when facing her after everything that happened yesterday.
Luan Yenan released his grip, freeing the person in his arms.
He looked down at her with a smile and said, "Good morning, Xiaoxuan."
Her smile was bright and pure, as radiant as sunlight, a completely different state from when she was at night.
Just like last night's alluring, seductive, and inescapable Luan Yenan, like a net or a trap, was an illusion belonging only to the night.
But after carefully observing Luan Yenan's expression, Zuo Baixuan finally found a flaw.
The squinting eyes, gleaming with a smile, revealed a hint of cunning.
A fox is still a fox, and Luan Yenan is still Luan Yenan. How could the difference between the world at dawn and night cause any change?
We must not let our guard down because of the soft embrace when we wake up, nor should we be tempted by momentary charm like we were last night.
Zuo Baixuan closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again with a sweet smile: "Good morning, Anan. It's getting late, we should get up."
Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan transitioned from a state of surprise to one of sweetness. Just like any ordinary couple, they woke up in the morning and greeted each other peacefully with their partner and the person they loved most.
It seemed as if they wanted to treat last night's kiss, which had no audience and belonged only to them, as a dream.
It's as if they treat that sweet kiss as just another ordinary day.
Zuo Baixuan's smile made Luan Yenan's eyes dazzle.
Deep dimples, brewing intoxicating wine.
That smile was as sweet as vanilla pheromones, making you want to drink more.
Zuo Baixuan, dressed in conservative pajamas, reminded Luan Yenan of her sloppy shoulder and side-swept appearance last night, causing a tremor to rise in his throat.
I took a deep breath to calm down.
"It's still early. You can't possibly get up earlier than usual for school, can you?" As he spoke, Luan Yenan tried to take advantage of the natural momentum and reach out to pull Zuo Baixuan into his arms again.
But Zuo Baixuan knew what Luan Yenan was going to do as soon as she saw her raise her hand. She sat up in one swift motion and even smoothly put her long hair up to go to the bathroom to wash up: "It's getting late. Didn't Mommy say yesterday that she would take us to the company today? So today is a workday."
Looking at Zuo Baixuan's natural actions, Luan Yenan felt as if they spent every morning together like this.
Her gaze followed Zuo Baixuan, and she turned over to lie on her side on the bed, propping her head up with her hand: "But Mom is the boss after all, she has a say, she's not someone who needs to clock in and out."
"Is there any necessary connection between being a boss and needing to clock in or out? Clearly..." Zuo Baixuan turned around, wanting to repeat what she had heard yesterday, but saw Luan Yenan lying on his side with his eyes half-closed.
Luan Yenan seemed to be dozing, but a smile was on his face.
The silk pajamas were dazzling in the morning light, making even her fair skin glow.
Her legs were crossed.
Zuo Baixuan couldn't look any further, and awkwardly looked away, once again having the illusion that she didn't know who was taking advantage of her.