YM778.TV Chapter 177 - Little Chenyan, May I?
Chapter 177: Little Chenyan, May I?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mu Chenyan’s heart warmed up but what came from her mouth was rejection.
“It’s fine, she’s doing pretty well in the hospital anyway. Moreover, she won’t necessarily be willing to come and visit the Yuan Family...”
Mu Chenyan recalled how her mother had drastically changed ever since her return. The doctor said that coma patients still possessed a subconscious minds.
Her daughter’s return had stimulated her will to live. Thus, Yan Mei’s condition had surpassed the doctor’s expectations.
If her mother’s subconscious was still alive, how could she accept the fact that her daughter was mingling with the Yuan Family who had caused the destruction of her own household?
Mu Chenyan kept these thoughts to herself because she could not say them in front of Yuan Xuan.
Yuan Xuan could only give up after he heard Mu Chenyan say this. He embraced her against his chest and pressed his chin against her forehead before saying, “Chenyan, after the Spring Festival, we’d have known each other for 15 years. Do you still remember that the first time you saw me in Luo Hai? When at 10 years old you returned from the Spring Festival...”
It was rare for Yuan Xuan to be so sentimental as to reminisce the past.
Mu Chenyan had always assumed that she was the only one who fondly recalled the past...
When she remained silent, Yuan Xuan assumed that she was still listening, and thus continued, “We cannot relive our memories, but our futures are uncertain. I hope that I can still embrace you like this for another 15 years...”
He then covered her lips with his large warm hands. The rough touch of his fingertips made her shudder. This feeling that was a mix between a tender caress and a form of torture that caused her to lose herself.
Despite knowing her for 15 years, he still remembered the blurry details of their past.
Mu Chenyan suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, before she gently pressed her sweet lips against his stubble-covered chin...
Yuan Xuan was shocked by her actions.
She was just about to pull back before the man flipped over and pressed her tightly underneath him.
“Huh...”
Her eyes suddenly shot open. She had initially planned to stop after the kiss, not at all expecting this moment of passion.
“Go... Go to sleep... You still have to meet some guests tomorrow...”
Her gaze was extremely alarmed while she pressed her little hands against his chest and rubbed it. Her gentle voice had lost its previous distance and coldness, making her seem like a warm young wife...
“Little Chenyan, do you know that it’s wrong to run away after igniting the flames of passion?”
His voice was hoarse and his tone was steady. However, his gaze was dangerous, with the flames that danced in his pupils threatening to burn her...
Mu Chenyan knew that it would be impossible for her to evade him tonight.
Mu Chenyan turned her face away. Her cheeks immediately turned scarlet, her big sparkling eyes became watery, and her breathing became uneven. The sensitive nature of their interaction had reached a stage that had her body confused, thus, her breathing was uneven.
His gaze was piercing, indicating to her that a long-drawn contest between their emotions was about to begin. Their staring contest lasted for a minute before the man’s powerful voice rang out, “Little Chenyan, may I?”
Mu Chenyan was dumbfounded.
He asked the magic question.
He had not touched her for a long time after the incident when he violently assaulted her. Obviously, the time he failed did not count.
He had restrained himself and patiently resisted the temptation until now. Whenever he truly desired it, he would first ask her, “Little Chenyan, may I?”
The body gave the most honest response that reflected the soul.
She could never condition herself to be without any desire.
The love which had been deeply embedded in her heart for so many years caused her to long for him just as much as he longed for her.
Although this state caused her to experience unrelenting pain, it was a part of her very being, and was impossible for her to free herself from it.
Her fingertips gently brushed across the distinct veins bulging on muscles before they finally stopped above his manhood. The vixen’s eyes narrowed slightly as her quivering voice gently asked, “What do you think?”
She had learned to indirectly answer him.