The floor lamp next to the sofa gave off a dim yellow light, reflecting the interlaced shadows of the two people on the wall.

Yan Qiaoan was like a stranded fish at the moment, and Zhou Yan was like the surging wave that swept her into the sea and placed her on the shore.

He used his blurred eyes to outline the delicate outline of her eyes, and captured his lustful look from her trembling long eyelashes.

His reason was swept away by the tide and fell together with his desire.

When Yan Qiaoan woke up, he felt as if his head was bloated as if he hadn't slept all night.

When she stood up and raised her hands to rub her eyes, she lowered her eyes and looked at her naked self, and an alarm bell rang in her heart.

The entire room was decorated with an extremely cool design of interlaced gray and white. The memory of last night's embarrassment also flooded into her mind at the right time. In an instant, a burst of redness gradually moved up from her neck.

Just when he was stunned, the door was pushed open, and Zhou Yan only wrapped his lower body in a bath towel and walked in majestically.

Seeing his body so clearly, Yan Qiaoan felt even more unbearable.

"Are you awake?" There was a smile in the corner of Zhou Yan's eyes, and his voice sounded as low as honey.

She was able to escape last time, but this time she was unable to escape at all.

She bit her lips until they turned white. Various answers were constantly convoluted in her mind. When they came to her mouth, she raised her hands stiffly and said, "Morning, good morning."

She is like a small white flower in the flower garden that withstood a violent storm last night and still bloomed beautifully the next day, making people feel pitiful and infatuated at the same time.

Zhou Yan walked to the bed. He glanced at her smooth shoulders and looked away, "You clean up and go out for breakfast."

As soon as he turned his back, Yan Qiaoan quickly pulled a thin blanket from the side to wrap herself up. The moment her feet touched the ground and stood up, her legs felt weak.

With an exclamation, she instantly fell into a warm and solid embrace.

After taking a closer look, she saw that Zhou Yan's body was covered with countless nail marks, and some even had broken skin and bleeding.

"I, I, I, I can do it." Yan Qiaoan couldn't even speak at this time.

Zhou Yan chuckled, with a hint of endearment in his voice, "You, you, you, you can do it, okay, I understand."

He helped Yan Qiaoan sit by the bed, "The clothes have been dry-cleaned and are left here. I'll go out first and you can change your clothes before you come out."

"Yeah." Yan Qiaoan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Her body seemed to have been cleaned. Apart from the soreness, she felt particularly refreshed and comfortable.

The clothes also seemed to have been specially scented after being dry-cleaned, and they were stained with the familiar sandalwood scent of his body.

Yan Qiao'an got dressed and went to the bathroom nearby to wash up. Only then did she catch a glimpse of the intricate kiss marks on her chest, which were full of ambiguity.

When she came out of the bedroom, her palms were sweating nervously.

Zhou Yan had also changed into clothes. He wore a black jacket and functional pants of the same color, making him look a little bit handsome.

"Come here." He said casually as if calling a child, got up and went to the dining room and pointed at the breakfast on the table, "sandwich milk, soy milk fried dough sticks, and a stronger flavor of spicy soup fried cakes, which one will suit your taste?"

Son?"

"You bought so much?" Yan Qiaoan looked at the things on the table in surprise, "Just a sandwich and milk."

"Okay." Zhou Yan nodded, sat opposite her, and casually pushed the one she liked in front of her.

Zhou Yan acted as if nothing had happened and didn't mention anything about last night, which made her nervousness gradually dissipate a little.

"Listen..." As soon as Zhou Yan said something, Yan Qiaoan was so frightened that he trembled.

The corner of his lips curled up, and a smile appeared at the end of his eyes, "Don't be afraid, I mean, I heard from Chen Ze, you are working the night shift today?"

"Yeah, right." Yan Qiaoan responded, "Xiaoye."

"Oh." Zhou Yan took a sip of soy milk and glanced at her casually, "You don't have a good drinking tolerance, so you should drink less in the future."

She immediately choked on the milk, and her face turned red as she coughed. Seeing Zhou Yan was about to get up, she blushed and waved her hands quickly, "No, it's okay, I...I, I definitely won't drink anymore."

He handed over a glass of water, "What I mean is, if you really want to drink away your sorrows, you must at least have familiar people around you, otherwise..."
Chapter completed!