The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Kiss Me

Lu Qingyan glanced back at her, his eyes landing on her cheeks that seemed to glow like the morning dawn.

His tone playful, "What preparations do you want to make?"

Jiang Nanshu, "..."

Her gaze shifted towards the bathroom, "At the very least... take a shower first?"

After saying that, she almost wanted to slap herself.

[What am I talking about, taking a shower in broad daylight.]

Lu Qingyan sat directly on the bed. His black casual pants made his legs look long and straight. He reached out and took off the outer casual sun-protective shirt, revealing a white tee.

His skin was very fair, and the muscles on his arms were firm; even through the loose T-shirt, Jiang Nanshu could sense the tension in his lean muscles.

Unlike Duan Huaiyu, he had an aesthetic charm.

He propped himself up with his hands on the bed, seeing her for the first time feeling uneasy inside. He couldn’t resist teasing her, "Then you go take a shower, I’ll wait for you."

"..."

After Jiang Nanshu walked into the bathroom, she came out again, blinking her apricot eyes, "I don’t have a change of clothes."

"Then don’t shower, come to sleep," Lu Qingyan stood up.

His tall figure enveloped her. Jiang Nanshu took a small step back and was caught by him by the arm. Losing her balance, she brought him down with her onto the bed.

This was the closest the two had ever been.

Close enough that Jiang Nanshu could count each distinct, thick eyelash of Lu Qingyan.

[Ah, he wouldn’t want to kiss me, would he? What should I do.]

Lu Qingyan’s eyes were dark and deep. He moved closer, his warm breath fanning her face, the tip of his nose picking up the fresh citrus scent from her body.

He wanted to see how Jiang Nanshu would react.

The next second, Jiang Nanshu wrapped her hands around his neck, her red lips pressing against his thin ones.

Lu Qingyan’s eyelashes trembled violently. His back tensed up, the softness of her lips penetrating directly to his heart, disturbing the calm waters.

She kissed without any technique, her warm fingers stirring his waist and abdomen.

Lu Qingyan held on, the veins on his temples protruding. Relying on his last bit of reason, he pushed her away.

He stood up, subconsciously licking his lips.

Jiang Nanshu’s dress was disheveled, her apricot eyes hazy, seemingly hooked, "Not continuing?"

At that moment, he suddenly couldn’t hear the voice in her heart.

All that was left was his disordered breathing and that restless heart.

He absolutely didn’t want to become prey that Jiang Nanshu could easily discard!

Breathing gradually calming, he walked over, lifted the thin quilt, and tucked Jiang Nanshu entirely in, his eyes losing desire and returning to an unapproachable coldness.

"Sleep. Call me if you need anything, I’ll be outside," he said without mentioning what had just transpired.

Walking to the door, he heard the voice in Jiang Nanshu’s heart again.

[Tsk, coward, I knew it; you’re just a paper tiger. Sweet dreams~]

Lu Qingyan closed the door, his hand on his heart, completely in disarray.

Settling on the sofa, his mind once again became clear.

After about ten minutes, he took out a slim laptop from the coffee table cabinet.

The dim blue light reflected on his face, his slender fingertips tapping on the keyboard. Once he had organized the information that was to be released soon, he shut down the computer and put it back.

He looked up at the ceiling patterned with light-colored flowers.

One hand resting on his forehead, a shadow descended on his eyelids. Lu Qingyan closed his eyes to rest.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep on the sofa.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside, the moon hung high, surrounded by twinkling stars.

He moved his sore arms, his gaze toward the brightly lit phone screen, showing it was already seven o’clock. He stood up, turned on the light, and then opened the bedroom door.

Jiang Nanshu was still asleep.

To prevent the bright light from suddenly hitting her eyes, Lu Qingyan went over to the bedside and turned on the soft night light.

Jiang Nanshu’s sleeping posture wasn’t great.

Possibly due to the heat, one leg was sticking out.

Her dress had moved up to her upper thighs due to movement, revealing large areas of her fair skin.

A red strap had slid down to her arm, faintly revealing the surging cleavage.

In just a few seconds.