Landing On My Heart

Zheng You’an, who was on the bed, was inexplicably shocked.

But she dared not say anything.

“Oh…” Pei Qing stepped back and went out. “Then you should rest early and call me if you need anything.”

It was already ten o’clock at night.

Judging from the jet lag that Yan’an has, he has not had a good rest all day, and Zheng You’an has been ill again, so naturally she is also sleepy.

Yan’an opened the quilt and went to bed. “Go to sleep.”

Zheng You’an shrunk on the other side of the bed like a shrimp, turned her back to Yan’an, and whispered: “Why are you here?”

Yan’an said with a cold face and a bad tone: “If I don’t come, are you going to have a date with that explosive head today or will you invite sixteen naked men to have fun?”

Zheng You’an: “…”

It turned out that he actually saw it.

So he flew to the Netherlands because of this?

So, he is… jealous?

Zheng Youan’s cheeks suddenly felt itchy, and she quietly rubbed it against the pillow.

“Are you jealous?”

In an instant, she heard the sound of Yan’an inhaling the air again.

“Zheng You’an.” Yan’an turned around and pulled her over, “It’s not a question of whether I am jealous or not. You do these things, and when others see it, where shall I put my face?”

Only a dim yellow floor lamp was turned on in the room, and the outline of Yan’an was particularly soft under the dense light.

Zheng You’an looked at him and asked in a low voice: “Then, are you jealous or embarrassed?”

The light is dim, but Yan’an’s eyes are clear.

It is the first time the two looked at each other for such a long time, but no one spoke.

The warm wind in the hotel was not loud at first, but Zheng Youan felt that it was like the sound of a train whizzing past her ears now.

After a while.

About a few seconds, maybe a few minutes later, Yan’an finally spoke.

He sighed lightly at first.

“Jealous, okay?”

Zheng You’an suddenly turned her back to him and did not speak.

Yan’an waited for a while, thinking that she would not speak anymore, so he just closed his eyes and went to sleep.

After a long time, Zheng You’an suddenly said: “I didn’t.”

Yan’an opened his eyes: “What?”

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Zheng You’an: “I just take a photo and send it to the circle of friends. And only your secretary can see it, and no one else can see it.”

Yan’an hooked his lips, and smiled, “Oh.”

“I didn’t do anything either.” Zheng You’an continued, “I haven’t even touched their abdominal muscles.”

Yan’an: “…”

He turned sideways and hooked Zheng You’an’s neck.

“You still wanted to touch abs?”

Zheng You’an blushed and murmured: “I… I…”

“You haven’t touched enough of mine?”

Yan An grabbed her hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen, “Touch it, you can touch it to your heart’s content.”

She doesn’t know whether it is the functional reaction of people after falling into the water but Zheng You’an feels that Yan’an’s body is very hot.

She immediately pulled back her hand and stared at him: “Are you crazy?”

Yan’an let go of her hand and rubbed her forehead.

“Almost.”

That night, although Zheng You’an was ill and took the medicine containing sleeping ingredients in it, she never fell asleep.

So is Yan’an.

“Well, let me ask you three more questions.” Zheng You’an still turned her back to him and said, “Why didn’t you wish me a happy birthday?”

Yan’an: “You ran away without saying a word. For almost a month, it’s just like you disappeared from the world and I still have to wish you a happy birthday as if nothing had happened?”

“Oh.” Zheng You’an digested his answer, “So, you are pissed off?”

Yan’an sighed: “If you say so, then be it so.”

Zheng You’an opened her mouth, and when she was about to say something, Yan’an suddenly interrupted her: “It’s already the second question.”