A simple sentence.
It gave Chen Nan the illusion of being struck by lightning.
He stood there dumbfounded, his hands motions halting, his eyes reflecting an astonishment he could hardly conceal.
His original intention was to ask Jiang Yan why she touched him.
But he never in his dreams imagined
that Jiang Yan would misinterpret his meaning.
Of course.
That wasn't important.
What was important was that she actually said she wanted to?
Was this... was this like making a fluke shot?
Looking at Jiang Yan's shy and endearing look and the spring fever evident in her gaze, Chen Nan's desire broke through its restraints in an instant, becoming uncontrollable.
Without further thought, he stood up subconsciously, lifted Jiang Yan into his arms in a bridal carry, and then rushed toward the bedroom.
Jiang Yan buried her head in Chen Nan's chest, her cheeks adorned with an enticing flush, like a ripe peach, so luscious it seemed almost dripping with juiciness.
