Lu Yan realized her intentions and he frowned, clenching his teeth together and preventing her tongue from entering his mouth.
He wasn't willing to allow her in and An'an opened her beautiful eyes, murmuring his name sensually, "Ah Yan…"
Ah Yan…
Her calling of 'Ah Yan' was extremely alluring to Lu Yan.
She spoke with a sing-song voice that was velvety and soft, alluring as a siren calling the sailors into the deep sea. He couldn't help but fall for her honey trap.
His Adam's apple bobbed prominently and he could only sigh. Stretching out his rough palm, his grip was firm around her wrist, wanting to pull her tiny hands away from his neck.
An'an observed his perfectly sculpted facial contours, so cold and ferocious. He was rejecting her advances with a stony determination.
She was annoyed and opened her mouth, biting on the corner of his lips forcefully.
