Yu Nian narrowed his eyes and gently pressed his slender fingers on the buttons of the man's shirt.
Through the thin fabric, Yu Nian could easily feel the firmness of his texture under his fingers, as well as the body temperature that gradually emerged from the fabric.
"I..." Yu Nian was short of breath and resisted his gaze, "I'm going to take a shower first."
The man kept staring for a long time and said, "Okay."
Yu Nian escaped to the shower room.
The area is quite large, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors at the front and back. When you are in it, you feel like you are in an endless space, with no end in sight and no way out.
The supplies in the shower room are all for men, no women's items were found.
The shower is on.
Yu Nian stood in front of the mirror holding a snow-white bathrobe, staring at herself in the mirror.
As he stared, the mirror was filled with heat.
But what actually filled my eyes were tears.
Yu Nian felt that his tears were half a year late.
She didn't cry when the Yu family building collapsed overnight. When her father Yu Yiyuan passed away in a rage, she personally held up the coffin without shedding a tear. The debt collectors blocked the door of the house and frightened her mother to death. She also held a kitchen knife in her hand and screamed fiercely.
All her shells are because of Yu Juanzhou’s words——
Sister, I'm still here.
Yu Juanzhou was her last shell. Now someone wanted to completely peel off her shell, and if she wanted to keep this shell, she would have to stamp her dignity on the ground.
Being stepped on by that superior man under his shiny leather shoes.
The tears just couldn't stop.
Let her wash her face over and over with cold water.
Finally, she said to herself, Yu Nian, why are you being pretentious? Isn't this your own choice? Now that you've agreed, why are you still crying here? You didn't go to Zhang Xuanwen but went to Jiang Nianyan. In fact, wasn't it just a bet that he had more conscience than Zhang Xuanwen?
Yu Nian buried his face in the bathrobe in his hand and finally suppressed his emotions.
Look up.
He stretched out his hand and touched the mirror, and the large area of mist was replaced by clarity, followed by the man's tall and tall figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.
This sudden figure startled Yu Nian, and he let go of his bathrobe and dropped it to the ground.
Jiang Nianyan was leaning not far away, and he didn't know how long he had been in. Perhaps he had seen all the gaffe she had just made.
So he chuckled, "How long do you plan to play Miss Yu's innocent drama?"
She was so famous that Yu Nian didn't even bother to explain some things, so she was also unbearable in the eyes of Jiang Nianyan.
Yu Nian stared at Jiang Nianyan in the mirror and clearly saw the sarcasm on his lips.
She asked, "You look down on me like this, don't you?"
Jiang Nianyan was silent for a moment and walked forward.
Stand behind her.
Compared to her haste and embarrassment, he looked calm and calm, with dark light in his eyes. He stared at the woman in the mirror for a while, and then suddenly turned her body over.
Face to face.
Yu Nian's waist was pressed against the hard and cold sink, and in front of him was the man's strong chest.
This distance made her height less advantageous. If she wanted to meet his eyes, she had to raise her head high. He towered over her too much.
The next second, Jiang Nianyan put his hands on her waist and actually held her on the sink, so that she could look at his level.
Jiang Nianyan's handsome face was slightly closer, and his thin lips were close to her cheek.
The lips seemed to touch slightly, and they were slightly cool, which was the warmth of his lips. He murmured and said with a smile, "Is it that important? Does Miss Yu care about what you look down on?"
Yu Nian's heart kept sinking, but the man's breath made it beat wildly.
His big hands were still gently holding her waist, and his thin lips roamed her neck, absorbing the fragrance of her skin. She was so nervous that she wanted to push him away. This was the most immediate thought, but she stopped after the man's hand.
He tightened his grip on her waist.
His low voice was tinged with lust, and sounded a little hoarse, as if teasing, "The waist is soft enough."
Yu Nian pressed against his chest and could easily feel the strong and hard muscle texture under her fingers. "Young Master Yan..."
"Wait for me to take off my clothes."
She was excited.
He raised his face from the crook of her neck. There was lust in the corners of his eyes, but a cold look between his brows, "Unwilling?"
Yu Nian lowered his face and bit his lower lip again and again, "I do willingly."
Jiang Nianyan had no intention of letting her down. He put his strong arms on both sides and circled her in front of him.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt, trying to control her trembling fingertips.
The breath on the man's body was cold and loose, and he was originally a person of abstinence, but because of the ambiguous and lingering atmosphere in the bathroom, he seemed to be full of lust. Even if he stood here motionless, every inch of his skin's warmth could be seen through his shirt. Every time they come out, they are tempting people.
Yu Nian was unbuttoning his buttons seriously without looking around.
But even without raising his eyes, he could still notice that he was looking at her, always looking at her.
The shirt was wide open, exposing the man's strong waist.
At the same time, Yu Nian also saw the scar on the lower right side of his lower abdomen.
It was quite a long, deep wound that would not fade away even after many years.
Yu Nian's fingers stopped and his breathing became slightly short.
She remembered the scar.
He protected her with all his strength that year, and she watched helplessly as the knife was inserted into his body. But he still carried her all the way, and the blood flowed all the way. She was so frightened that she cried and tried her best to hold his wound, and kept saying, "Ayan, please don't die, I don't want you to die..."
He was unconscious, but even so, he still held her in his arms and comforted her in a low voice, "Silly girl, Ayan will not die, and Ayan still needs to protect the young lady."
He hugged her, but didn't hug her tightly.
She burst into tears, "Ayan, please hold me tight, I'm afraid of you like this."
He whispered, "Girl, if I hold you tight, I'll get you dirty."
Ayan, Ayan...
It used to be the day she relied on the most.
It is precisely because of Ayan that she feels that no matter what happens, there is always someone protecting her silently.
Ayan never oversteps his bounds, even if he rarely walks side by side with her, he always follows her, paying attention to her and everything around her.
It's not like today's Jiang Nian Banquet, which is aggressive, manipulative, suffocating, and doesn't give people a way to survive.
If it weren't for the scar in front of him, Yu Nian would have thought that he was just a stranger with a face like Ayan.
The scars are hideous.
Yu Nian still couldn't hold it back and gently covered it with his fingers.
The uneven muscles are tangled, and there should be more than just this scar on his body.
She felt sad for no reason.
Things are different and everything seems to have changed.
The woman's fingers were gentle and careful when touching his scar.
Jiang Nianyan squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes sliding from her cheek to her neck, all the way down her chest, and finally landed on her finger that touched his scar.
Her fingers were as white as gelatin, forming a strong visual contrast with his bronze skin, making them look even more delicate.
It was really delicate, with such slender fingers, he felt like he could break it without any effort.
But it was so soft that he could feel it even with just a light touch.
Jiang Nianyan's eyes became darker and darker, and the next second he grabbed her wrist, picked her up horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom.
