Noticing that she was slipping, Lu Yan speedily held onto her tiny waist, making sure she didn't fall.
At the same time, he regained his senses.
Opening his eyes, his brown eyes were fixated on the youthful face in front of him. Her pale face was flushed with redness like a lotus bud in the pond that was ready to bloom.
An'an's eyes were still closed, their kiss ended abruptly and his lips weren't appearing again despite her patience and so she slowly opened her eyes.
Sticking out her hands to caress his cold, defined facial features, she asked, "Ah Yan, what's the matter?"
Ah Yan.
She called him Ah Yan.
Uncle Jin usually called him Ah Yan, though he wasn't his biological father, he did a better job at raising him and Lu Yan held great respect for him. If it wasn't for Uncle Jin, he would have probably died of hunger among the streets.
