Lu Yan laughed. "Now let's see if I dare or not."
…
Two hours later.
Lu Yan brought An'an out from the bathroom, gently placing her down on the bed.
An'an's hair was dripping wet and her skin was fair while her face was flushed a vibrant red. She was just like a creature that came out from the waters to seduce men, taking away their souls.
Her lashes fluttered while she felt sore everywhere. Ever since she had gotten together with Lu Yan, she could no longer get down the bed the next day.
Now how was she going to be able to look at the kitchen in the same way again?
How was she going to stand in the kitchen and cook normally again?
This man was devious deep down to his bones!
An'an was thinking about it when Lu Yan suddenly walked over, the corner of the bed sinking in. He held a hair dryer in his hand. "Turn over, I'll blow dry your hair."
