Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nangong Lengyu left.
Huo Ci lived a luxurious life every day. After half a year, no matter what the old master said, it was useless. He entered the entertainment industry without hesitation.
During this period of time, Wen Ruoshui had gone to France to visit Nangong Lengyu twice. She was grounded by Uncle Nangong in his manor and was not allowed to go anywhere.
In fact, even if she didnât, she wasnât going anywhere. She was in good spirits. After her pregnancy, she was more gentle and less sharp.
The child from the manor next door to the Nangong family had left her with a strong impression. Every time she went over, she saw him. He followed Yuâer like a little tail and was very handsome. He didnât say much and gave off a very steady feeling.
Yuâer even joked that she wanted to make the baby in her stomach his future wife. That child was called Jun Shiyan.
She couldnât shake the feeling that the name was familiar, as was his appearance. She had heard it somewhere and seen him, but she couldnât place the details.
âShui Shui.â Yan Yuanfei knocked on the door and asked her, âAre you done packing?â
Wen Ruoshuiâs thoughts were interrupted. How could she have seen a child before? She was thinking too much. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. âIâll be done soon. Brother Yan, come in for a while.â
Yan Yuanfei pushed the door open and entered. His eyes were dazzled by her fair and delicate skin. His breathing suddenly quickened and he turned around in a panic. âPut it on.â
Wen Ruoshui turned her head and saw the manâs red earlobe. She burst out laughing and poked his shoulder with her index finger. âI asked you to zip me up.â
Theyâd been together for two and a half years, and he kept to his prenuptial boundaries. He wasnât going to do anything outrageous to her.
She always wondered if he was just an old-fashioned stick-in-the-mud. What kind of era was it to be so particular? But she was glad he cherished it.
Yan Yuanfeiâs Adamâs apple bobbed. His blood was a little hot. Her delicate skin and beautiful backbones appeared in front of him. His voice was slightly hoarse. âOkay.â
Wen Ruoshui saw him turn around and zip her up with his eyes closed. She reached out and poked his Adamâs apple, deliberately teasing him. âCan you see with your eyes closed?â
Yan Yuanfeiâs breathing was a little tight. He said in a low voice, âStop fooling around.â
Wen Ruoshui smiled even more happily. âWhoâs fooling around? Iâm not fooling around. But Brother Yan, your heartbeat is so loud. Are you sick?â
âYes,â Yan Yuanfei replied in a low voice.
Wen Ruoshui teased him, âWhat illness? Iâm a doctor. Iâll treat you.â
Although Yan Yuanfei was very restrained, especially in a place too close for comfort, he did not want to hurt her. However, he could not stand being teased by his beloved. He grabbed her shoulder and suddenly approached her. âAre you really going to treat me?â
Wen Ruoshui looked at the manâs handsome face in front of her. There seemed to be a passion in his eyes that she had never seen before. She nodded. âWhat illness?â
Yan Yuanfei grabbed her delicate hand and moved it down bit by bit. Seeing her face suddenly turn red, his breathing became even more rapid. âCan it be treated?â
Little girl. A man of his age was at the height of his needs. How could he not feel something? He just didnât want to hurt her. When they got married, he would teach her a lesson.
Wen Ruoshuiâs hand quickly flicked back as if she had touched electricity. She swallowed, pushed him away, and fled.