Chapter 169

Inside the quiet bedroom.

Gazing at those tempting muscle lines, Wu Yue'er could not help but feel dazed; without blinking, she quietly sat on the edge of the bed to scan him, while reaching out to gently stroke his features, which looked as if they had been sculpted.

Only at times like this would Shen Yan be as quiet as a baby, not deliberately keeping his distance from her, and even less able to resist her proximity.

She had liked this man for a long time, and she did not even know when someone had quietly taken up residence in her heart, rooting itself deeper and deeper.

The time spent with Shen Yan was always so happy.

Especially with what happened today, Shen Yan had believed her without hesitation and even busied himself helping her; heaven knows how moved she was at the time, her heart filled with warmth, and her affection for Shen Yan swelled to an unimaginable degree.

The opportunity was rare; should she sneak a kiss?

Thinking of this, the devil inside Wu Yue'er began to stir; she was not a coy person, and once she thought of it, she did it.

She leaned down and slowly moved toward that face; the heavy scent of alcohol coming from him did not make her feel disgusted, but instead, inexplicably, she felt a bit stimulated.

The next moment, their lips met; that thin, warm mouth seemed to carry an electric current, making Wu Yue'er's whole body go soft. She could not help but want more, her lips opening and closing, lingering on Shen Yan's lips like a chick pecking at rice, rubbing against them gently.

"Little vixen, don't make trouble!" Sensing someone bothering him, Shen Yan smacked his lips twice, murmuring unconsciously.

At this moment, Shen Yan's consciousness was a blur, his head dizzy, and he could not even open his eyes; subconsciously, he thought it was Hao Anqi making trouble again.

Little vixen? Was he calling Hao Anqi?

He said it quite affectionately!

Wu Yue'er's mouth pouted high enough to hang a soy sauce bottle; he wouldn't let her kiss him, but she was going to do it anyway today. She lowered her head and kissed those warm lips again.

To be honest, having no practical experience, her first kissing experience was not very good; it felt like a headless fly, bumping around everywhere.

It seemed like she should stick her tongue out.

She opened her mouth slightly, and her small, clove-like tongue slid out, licking Shen Yan's lips; the rich scent of alcohol mixed with a fragrant aroma drifted to the tip of Shen Yan's nose, and Shen Yan instinctively opened his mouth, becoming entangled with that small tongue.

"Mmph!" Wu Yue'er's peach-blossom eyes widened, seeing that Shen Yan's eyes were tightly shut and he seemed to have no consciousness.

While she felt a sense of relief, she also felt a bit of regret.

If only Shen Yan really wanted to kiss her.

Despite this, Wu Yue'er did not retreat at all; instead, she responded even more actively and passionately, bit by bit, slowly becoming familiar with the techniques of kissing.

Gradually, Shen Yan's consciousness returned to his brain, and he opened his eyes to vaguely see a figure leaning over him, yet his eyes just could not focus, and the silhouette looked exactly like Hao Anqi.

He murmured "vixen" while reaching out to wrap his arms around that willow-thin waist, wanting to pull the person onto the bed; Wu Yue'er cooperated by climbing onto the bed, lying on top of him, and responding to him with passionate kisses.

Wu Yue'er did not care about being treated as a substitute.

Thinking of how Hao Anqi and Shen Yan's relationship was growing deeper by the day, with no signs of breaking up, Wu Yue'er was so anxious she could scratch her head.

If things went on like this, when would she ever be able to be with Shen Yan?

Even if they couldn't be together forever, having had it once was good enough.

Shen Yan's large hand roamed back and forth over Wu Yue'er's back; the bothersome little camisole made him feel anxious and hot, yet his sluggish nerves left him without a clue. After fumbling around, he finally figured out how to slip inside along the hem of the camisole.

Wu Yue'er's slender waist was thus revealed, truly white and thin, without a single bit of excess fat.

Under the dazzling lights, that green camisole actually looked particularly good; two thin straps were tied on her fair, fragrant shoulders, and one could keep fish in her collarbones.

Unfortunately, Shen Yan's eyes could not focus, so he could not see it very clearly.

Immediately after, the hem of the camisole went higher and higher; Shen Yan began to storm the city and seize the land, crossing high mountains and steep ridges to occupy the strategic command center, where the terrain was dangerous and the provisions were plentiful.

"Mmm..." Wu Yue'er's whole body went soft, feeling an electric current sweep through her entire body, tingling and numb; under the influence of the alcohol, this feeling was magnified several times over.

Discovering that Shen Yan's movements were not very agile and that he was having trouble removing the camisole and the small piece of fabric, Wu Yue'er, a girl full of wild spirit, also grew impatient.

She sat up, grabbed the hem and flipped it upward, then reached behind to hook her fingers, and with a burst of strength, the two ends of the clasp snapped open.

A charming scene.

She leaned down again and kissed Shen Yan passionately; Shen Yan rolled over and pinned her underneath him, his hands kneading her soft flesh, his mouth traveling all the way down along Wu Yue'er's fair, slender neck.

Wu Yue'er closed her eyes, feeling as if she were dreaming; Shen Yan was actually being so intimate with her. She wrapped her arms around the back of Shen Yan's neck, letting him do as he pleased, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, murmuring Shen Yan's name.

The slow-reacting Shen Yan suddenly paused; the reason was simple: Hao Anqi never called him by his name. Shen Yan broke free from Wu Yue'er's arms, sat up, shook his head vigorously, and blinked repeatedly, trying to see the true face of the person beneath him.

The next moment, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

It was actually Wu Yue'er!

Why would Wu Yue'er be entangled with him? Could it be a dream?

Shen Yan pinched his thigh hard; it really hurt, so it was not a dream.

It seemed they had been drinking together earlier; after getting drunk, Wu Yue'er had helped him back to the room, and then...

Wu Yue'er looked at Shen Yan with a surprised expression and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Why? Why did you do this?" Shen Yan slumped on the bed and pulled the quilt up to cover Wu Yue'er.

Honestly, that charming scenery was beautiful beyond compare, dazzling him and making him feel unbearably hot; he wished he could immediately turn into a beast and pounce on her.

But reality did not allow him to do that!

With his sluggish thinking, he could not understand this behavior of Wu Yue'er's at all.

Looking at the distressed Shen Yan, Wu Yue'er gave a miserable smile, "What else could it be? Because I like you!"

Shen Yan was dumbfounded, and Wu Yue'er continued affectionately, "Back in Cangnan, or even earlier, I had already started to like you. I wanted to be in a relationship with you, but you thought I was joking, and I didn't even know you had gotten together with Hao Anqi; I had always been looking for a chance to confess to you."

"Do you know how heartbroken I was the day you made your relationship public?"

"Do you know how happy I was when you took me out on the Jet Ski on the sea? And playing video games, ring toss at the street stalls, and dancing together at the Welcome Gala—I have kept all these beautiful memories."