Chapter 21 Clouded Vision VS Real Bullets Loaded

and off. He Yufan watched as Zhou Guangtao's car drove away into the distance. In a corner unseen by anyone else, tears welled up in her eyes.When she first decided to work here, He Yufan had been ha...Chapter 21: Peeping Through the Fog VS Real Ammunition

The side profile of Yan Luoxi was delicate and soft, exposing a section of her pale neck with beautiful curves. Her skin was flawless, appearing even more lustrous under the crimson quilt. Perhaps it was because the evening sunset was exceptionally beautiful, faintly illuminating Yan Luoxi through the window, causing Li An to squint his eyes in momentary daze.

If there's anything in this world that can never be tired of looking at, for Li An right now, it would definitely be Yan Luoxi’s face!

Yan Luoxi slept very deeply and was only woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. With her eyes closed, she reached out to search for the quilt; unexpectedly, she touched a fluffy head without any body visible from left or right. She was alarmed and sat up suddenly, using the light from outside to take a look. It turned out that Li An had been sitting on the floor by her bed, leaning against it while sleeping.

The Li An at the foot of the bed was startled awake by Yan Luoxi’s sudden movements, rubbing his stiff neck and habitually ordering someone: "Yan Luoxi, I'm thirsty!"

Why don't you just die of thirst!

Yan Luoxi cursed silently as she got up from bed with bleary eyes, turned on the light, and went out to get water for Li An. When she returned, she saw that Li An was still leaning against her bedside, so she said irritably: "Why don’t you go back to your own room to sleep What are you doing lying here You scared me!"

"You haven't wiped my body yet!" Li An pouted pitifully as he looked at Yan Luoxi. One side of his cheek showed a faint dimple, making him look very childish. During these days, Yan Luoxi had to wash clothes and cook for Li An every day until he went to bed, acting like a maid serving a young master.

I have to admit, Lei An is quite captivating when he puts away his malicious demeanor. His face, with its breathtaking beauty and childish innocence, paired with fair skin that hides no blemish, makes it hard for anyone, regardless of age or gender, not to like him.

Yan Luoxi sighed helplessly and reached out her hand to support him, suddenly feeling mischievous. She swiftly extended her index finger and lightly prodded at his dimple before chuckling foolishly.

Lei An frowned and protested with a pout, unaware of the slight smile that appeared on his lips.

Yan Luoxi guided Lei An onto a wheelchair and pushed him towards the main bedroom.

In reality, Lei An only had an injury to his left leg; he could move around using crutches or take care of himself when it came to washing up and sleeping. However, these days, he was used to being cared for by Yan Luoxi—without her final step of wiping him down, he couldn't fall asleep.

Yan Luoxi helped Lei An onto the bed and quickly brought warm water to pour beside it, efficiently wiping his entire body clean with practiced ease.

In the beginning, she felt very uncomfortable doing these things for Lei An, especially when her hands occasionally brushed against his sensitive areas. This brat was never still; every time she helped wipe him down, he would inevitably make a small tent under the sheets.

Yan Luoxi had once argued and even staged a strike over this issue with Lei An, but he had countless ways of dealing with her. He used his naturally silver-tongued skills to threaten and insult her until she was labeled as both narcissistic and overly obsessed—claiming that his natural bodily responses were actually due to arousal from her presence.

Yan Luoxi feels that she has boarded the wrong ship, but she is even more afraid of Li An's vicious mouth. If he were to add more flaws and accusations to her list, what hope would there be for her life to remain untainted

She cannot outwit Li An nor escape from the daily fate of being in a compromising position; thus, she grits her teeth and forces herself to stay calm. Over time, Li An becomes nothing more than an unremarkable plank of wood in her eyes—she doesn't care how he behaves.

When Yan Luoxi wipes down Li An's body with resentment and indifference, Li An is far from comfortable as well.

Occasionally, Yan Luoxi's delicate hands slip out from the towel to touch his skin, bringing a sense of warmth and texture that ignites him after days of abstinence. To avoid angering Yan Luoxi, he always remains relaxed on the outside but taut inside.

Having such a young, beautiful, and beloved person wipe his body is no human suffering to endure.

Yet Li An cannot bear to give up this sweet "suffering." Every day when Yan Luoxi wipes him down, the disheveled strands of her hair would occasionally brush against his cheek, the generous bust before her chest would unintentionally graze his lips, and the unique scent of a young maiden would waft into his nostrils with every movement she makes; her soft fingers would frequently glide over his exposed skin...

Yan Luoxi's fair arms are so tender, and her uplifted bust is so plump—these moments are intoxicatingly romantic and soft, sending shivers of pleasure through Li An’s body.

This atmosphere of lingering desire and mystery is a completely different experience from the raw intimacy and direct confrontation of passion.

Troubled by her own situation, Yan Luoxi had no心思 to analyze Li An's feelings. She lowered her eyes and wiped his body with a serious expression.

In the past, when Yan Luoxi helped Li An bathe, it was usually done in the hospital with special attendants guarding the door. Now that it was late at night and there were only the two of them alone together, Li An didn't care much about the atmosphere; he just felt a surge of desire rising from his lower abdomen, even wanting to bite into Yan Luoxi's delicate neck that peeked out from her messy hair.

But clearly, Yan Luoxi was not giving him an opportunity. She hastily finished the cleaning and, seeing his chance slipping away, Li An quickly grabbed her hand with ill intentions and said, "Thank you, Luoxi." Then he swiftly touched her neck, finding it smooth and tender.

"You're crazy!" Yan Luoxi thought Li An's actions were a prank. With simple-mindedness, she shook off his hand and walked out of the room.

Although Yan Luoxi had left, Li An lay in bed wide awake, his mind filled with thoughts of her, unable to fall asleep due to the arousal that she had stirred.

He was not sure if it was because he had been abstinent for too long and needed release or whether Yan Luoxi had given him something; all he knew was that he felt like he would burst from the pressure building up inside him.

In the early hours of dawn, Li An finally fell asleep but then had a vivid erotic dream. In his dream, Yan Luoxi wasn't as fierce and aggressive as she usually was now but rather resembled her pitiful self from years past... The room was filled with suppressed moans and sighs; the air was thick with an ambiguous scent. She lay passively beneath him while he held her down firmly, taking full advantage of her...

In his dream, Li An felt as sweet as honey and just when he was about to reach climax, a series of annoying bell sounds suddenly rang out in his ear. His beautiful dream was abruptly interrupted; with a curse under his breath, he opened his eyes and sat up, glaring angrily at the persistent doorbell through the open bedroom door.ang Tao's throat moved up and down with hunger; his mouth was dry as he swore passionately that he had never desired a woman’s body like this before.He gripped He Yu Fan firmly, rubbing vigorously. He...