Chapter 132: An Anwan, Can I?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Of course, Yu Anwan knew how fussy Wen Jin was. It was impossible for him to go shopping. All his clothes were tailor-made by designers, and the fabric used by Wen Jin was extremely rare. It was indeed impossible to compensate.
But was this the main point?
âSo, how are you going to compensate?â Wen Jin seemed to be addicted to asking questions as she looked at Yu Anwan with a strong gaze.
Even the most ordinary words carried a tinge of innuendo in Yu Anwanâs ears.
This b*stard.
Yu Anwan could not help but feel her breathing becoming more and more unstable. Because of this, Yu Anwanâs face turned red and her chest heaved up and down.
The place Wen Jin saw made peopleâs hearts flutter.
He seemed to have lost control of himself.
And in this state, Wen Jin ceased suppressing his emotions any further. His thin lips sealed Yu Anwanâs voice with a sudden and forceful kiss.
The abruptness of the kiss briefly sent Yu Anwanâs nerves tingling.
Her hands tightened their grip, resulting in a soft snap as the button of his shirt was successfully yanked off, hanging precariously on Wen Jinâs frame.
It looked somewhat comical.
âAnother oneâs fallen off, hmm?â Wen Jinâs voice grew even deeper.
Yu Anwan was still panting, and her breathing was not as steady as Wen Jinâs. She looked up at Wen Jin, who pursed his lips again.
His words seemed almost muffled as he continued, âSo, drop one, do one? Even after all these years, youâre still resorting to this hint?â
D*mn it!
Wen Jinâs words almost made Yu Anwan choke on her blood, pushing her to the brink of exasperation.
Yet, Wen Jin didnât release his grip on Yu Anwanâs intentions. He appeared more audacious than ever.
Yu Anwan found herself trapped in this narrow and confined space, entirely immobilized. Her resistance against Wen Jin proved futile, further igniting the conquerorâs impulse deep within him.
She didnât want to see Yu Anwanâs defiant and angry face.
Wen Jin began reminiscing about the times when Yu Anwan would gently coax him into happiness.
The more he reminisced, the more brazen Wen Jinâs actions became.
Yu Anwanâs protests and struggles were rendered impotent against this dominant force.
Meanwhile, the effects of Yu Anwanâs medication hadnât worn off yet. The anti-allergy medicine had left her feeling drowsy and lethargic, with barely any strength left. All she wanted was to sleep.
Consequently, in this situation, Yu Anwanâs resistance seemed more like an invitation, leaving her powerless to stop it.
âAnwan, is it alright?â Wen Jin suddenly asked.
His breathing was heavy, his entire body tense, as he loomed over Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwanâs hand still rested against Wen Jinâs shirt, and she couldnât quite put into words the strange mixture of sensations she was experiencing. This person was making her feel uncomfortable yet intoxicated, and she was torn between refusing and giving in before him.
Observing Yu Anwanâs silence, Wen Jin took it as her acquiescence. His thin lips descended once again, biting gently into Yu Anwanâs lower lip.
Despite being married for three years, their recent kissing frequency far exceeded that of the entire period.
It was as if he intended to make up for those three years of lost time.
Wen Jinâs kissing skills were very good, and it was very easy to get intoxicated and unable to control your emotions. That kind of overflowing emotion instantly extinguished all of Yu Anwanâs nerves.
He wanted to indulge, but he didnât dare to.
It was a feeling of being held up by someone.
Yu Anwanâs back shivered with a mixture of coolness, whether it was due to the allergic goosebumps or because of Wen Jinâs unbridled behavior, she couldnât quite discern.
Outside the door, various footsteps and conversations could be heard. The hospitalâs door was thin, and everything was audible.
If someone suddenly walked in for a check-up, Yu Anwan felt she might as well lose all sense of dignity.
âWen Jin⊠step away!â Yu Anwanâs final shreds of reason pushed Wen Jin aside. âCould you please act like a decent person? President Wen, have you become indiscriminate? Iâm covered in a rash from an allergy, and you still have the nerve to act this way! Just how twisted are your preferences!â
Yu Anwan panted as she stared at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin felt a little embarrassed when he was suddenly pushed away. He looked at Yu Anwan with an even darker gaze.
As if at any time and any place, Yu Anwan could always successfully ruin the atmosphere. She would not give him as much face as he wanted.
âYouâŠâ Wen Jin was somewhat vexed.
âWhatâs wrong with me? Does President Wen need to resort to force? If
President Wen dares, Iâll dare to scream!â Yu Anwan wasnât being polite.
The previously tender atmosphere suddenly transformed into a vehement one. Yu Anwan placed her hands on her hips, emanating an energetic aura. It was a stark contrast to her previously feeble and unconscious state lying in bed.
Ultimately, Wen Jin couldnât help but laugh.
He continued staring unblinkingly at Yu Anwan, then suddenly lowered his head with a light chuckle. He playfully pinched the tip of Yu Anwanâs nose, the gesture brimming with intimacy.
âNext time, I wonât let you off the hook.â Wen Jin spoke each word deliberately.
With that, he stood up, as if composing himself, not minding that Yu Anwan could see his movements. He meticulously buttoned his shirt, with the last button long gone. Wen Jin glanced at it, seemingly unconcerned.
Yu Anwan felt uneasy when she saw Wen Jin like this.
She preferred her interactions with Wen Jin to be straightforward. If she didnât like him, then so be it. There was no need to be so affectionate now, making it seem like flirting.
Yu Anwan felt like she was caught in a dilemma, neither moving forward nor backward.
Yet, Yu Anwanâs fiery temperament wouldnât allow her to repeatedly back down in front of Wen Jin.
âYouâŠâ Yu Anwan began.
To her surprise, Wen Jin also spoke at the same time, âYouâŠâ
It appeared as if they were in perfect sync.
In this situation, Wen Jin, however, played the gentleman, standing by the bedside with his hands in his pockets, âLadies first.â
Yu Anwan couldnât help but mutter in her mind, âLady first? Give me a break.â From start to finish, Wen Jin didnât give off a âladies firstâ vibe.
However, Yu Anwan didnât stand on ceremony with Wen Jinâs words. âWen Jin, why are you apologizing to me?â
With a squint, Yu Anwan gazed at Wen Jin. She genuinely couldnât fathom why Wen Jin suddenly apologized to her out of the blue.
âDo you think that feeling guilty about taking over Zhanyan made you decide to return Zhanyanâs custody to me now?â Yu Anwan asked bluntly.
Wen Jin burst into laughter. âYu Anwan, donât indulge in wishful thinking!â
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jin leaned closer to Yu Anwan. She became cautious for a moment, but Wen Jinâs hand had already returned to the edge of the bed. âIf you donât know, forget it.â
He had no intentions of explaining.
Yu Anwan found being in this up-and-down situation discomforting.
On the contrary, Wen Jin acted as if nothing had happened, regaining his composure. âRegarding the production line, if you can convince me, I can grant it to you.â
As his words settled, Wen Jin looked at Yu Anwan with a scrutinizing gaze..
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