In actual fact, he wasn't fond of any of the women he had slept with. All these years, he wasn't sure what type of women he was into.
Now he finally knew. He was into types like An'an.
His eyebrows drew together while dressing her wound, An'an lifted her head and gave him a light peck on the lips.
Lu Yan could no longer tolerate it and he pressed her down with his rough palm, raising a corner of his lips and warning her, "Don't flirt with me, there's no use for that. I have absolutely no desire for you."
"You're lying!" An'an's tiny hand was on his cheek and she touched his face all over with a sensuality that made him shudder. Her hand slid down and held onto the black leather belt around his trim waist.
Lu Yan hurriedly held onto his leather belt with one hand, not allowing her to act rashly.
An'an's beautiful pupils were glistening, she was determined to make this man hers.
