He was older than her by 20 years. She could live 20 years less.
They could still return to the same place and be buried together.
Huo Yanmei was stunned by An 'an's words. Ten seconds later, she regained her composure and was furious. "An' an, it's okay that you're obsessed with Lu Yan. Once you become Junxun's woman, your psychological barrier will be broken. You'll forget about Lu Yan and be with Junxun wholeheartedly. Junxun is a good partner that you can entrust the rest of your life to!"
"No, I don't want to!" An 'an shook her head forcefully and retreated. "Mom, don't force me. I'm your daughter, how can you use such underhanded methods on me? You cheated on me when you were drunk and caused an unbearable disaster in my life. Lu Yan was the one who saved me, he was the one who gave me a new life! "
She cheated on him when she was drunk …
Huo Yanmei's face darkened when her own daughter brought up this matter. She signaled the maid behind her. "What are you waiting for? Help Elder Miss to the guest room upstairs!"
…
In the guest room.
An 'an lay on the soft bed weakly. Li Junxun stood by the bed and looked at this beauty.
An 'an's delicate skin was covered with a light layer of pink, just like a rose that had just bloomed. Her long lashes fluttered weakly, exuding a seductive aura. Her red lips were slightly parted, revealing her pearly white teeth. Li Junxun's handsome face was flushed red from the sight.
He slowly stretched his hand out, wanting to touch An 'an's face.
An 'an turned her head away.
Li Junxun froze, then said gently, "An 'an, Auntie is doing this for your own good. Master Yan is already dead, just forget about him. In the future … I'll treat you well, I swear."
He liked An 'an, it was love at first sight and he fell in love with her the second time they met. He couldn't forget about her even after three years overseas.
He would be responsible for her and treat her well.
An 'an felt weak all over. She looked at the chandelier above her head and clutched the bedsheets tightly.
At this moment, the side of the bed caved in. Li Junxun got on the bed.
He stretched his hand out to unbutton An 'an's shirt.
The buttons unbuttoned one by one, revealing the girl's tender white skin. Li Junxun bent down and kissed An 'an's face.
At this moment, he kissed the moisture and bitterness in his mouth.
An 'an's eyelashes fluttered and two streams of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
Her red lips parted and she called out softly, "Ah Yan …"
She was calling Lu Yan.
…
Lu Yan lay on the sofa. He wasn't asleep, he was just resting with his eyes closed.
After an unknown period of time, the door opened with a click.
He heard a series of light footsteps, and then his vision went dark. Someone was standing next to his sofa.
Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes and glanced sideways. An 'an had returned. She was standing beside the sofa, looking at him.
The girl's palm-sized face was very pale, and her pair of beautiful eyes flickered with a lonely and cold light.
Lu Yan's eyes darkened. "What's wrong?"
He stretched out his large, rough palm to take her small one.
Hiss.
An 'an groaned in pain.
Lu Yan promptly lowered his eyes, there was a large patch of red on her fair fingers. Her skin was delicate and the burn was especially obvious.
"How did you get burned?" Lu Yan sat up, instinctively putting her hand into his mouth.
His heart for her was about to overflow.
An 'an's fair eyes reddened, and big droplets of tears fell down. Loving him had made her suffer so much.
Lu Yan froze when he heard her sobbing. He lifted his head and saw that the girl's ravishing face was filled with tears. She was crying so pitifully.
His brown pupils constricted, and his cold facial features forced out some coldness. "Someone bullied you?"
An 'an shook her head. "No."
Lu Yan kicked the coffee table in front of him. "Then why are you crying? Don't cry, it's annoying! "
Seeing her cry, he was extremely distraught.
An 'an sniffled, and said softly, "I cooked a bowl of egg fried rice for you, but the bowl fell …"
Lu Yan's handsome eyes moved, and his heart suddenly softened. She cooked egg fried rice for him?
He lifted his eyes to look at her aggrieved expression, and reprimanded her. "Just because of such a trivial matter? You can eat the steak by yourself, and let me eat the egg fried rice. I'm not eating anymore! "
"…"
An 'an was filled with sadness, but hearing his words, she suddenly smiled through her tears. This man!
She lunged forward, and hugged his neck. Her red lips moved close to his ear, and she asked in a low voice, "Lu Yan, you're really not married?"
Her fragrant and soft body lunged forward, and Lu Yan promptly stretched out his arm to hold her svelte waist. He pursed his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm not married."
An 'an cupped his handsome face, and kissed the stubble at the side of his lips.
His stubble was cold and prickly, and when she kissed it, it instantly pricked her soft red lips. But she didn't let go, and kissed him without letting go. She liked his stubble, and liked his manliness.
She was definitely torturing him on purpose, because she only kissed his stubble, and not his lips.
Her kisses were just like a kitten's, gentle and soft, and it made his heart itch.
Lu Yan held her svelte waist, and wanted to kiss her red lips.
But the girl's hands slid down his handsome shoulders, and she pushed him onto the sofa.
His muscular torso pressed down, and she sat on top of him.
"You still wear trousers to sleep?" She unbuckled his belt around his waist.
He wasn't wearing his shirt, and his upper body was bare, but he wore trousers, and even had a belt around his waist.
Lu Yan pressed down on her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Let me take a look."
"Where are you looking at?"
"Your amputated leg."
Lu Yan sneered, and there was a tinge of self-deprecation in his voice. "What's there to look at? It'll scare you."
So he was wearing trousers?
An 'an pushed his large palm away, and her small hands nimbly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled down his pants, revealing his amputated right leg.
The amputated leg was red and swollen, as if a perfect handicraft had been smashed, and had become incomplete.
He was no longer perfect.
An 'an stretched out her hand, and her soft fingertips touched the amputated leg.
Lu Yan's muscles tensed up, and he wanted to get up, but his tall and heavy body fell back onto the sofa in mid-air. All his senses were focused on her small hands. She slowly touched his amputated leg, and her movements were gentle and tender, as if she was handling a rare treasure.
His brown eyes turned red, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He felt that she was taking his life.
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