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Chapter 43: Can’t Catch His Blanket

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Can’t Catch His Blanket

The makeup was done beautifully, especially the lips, glowing with a tempting sheen. Along with the music by his ear, it made his body feel a little relaxed...

"Hey, handsome."

The beautiful woman’s body snuggled closely against him, smiling sweetly, "Why are you drinking alone, feeling lonely? Want to go for a dance?"

The woman kept smiling, her fingers touching his Adam’s apple, softly kneading with her gentle hands.

"Sure."

Taking a final drag of his cigarette, Leng Yan tossed the butt away, giving her a faint smile as he extended his hand towards her.

"It can get very warm while dancing."

The woman said coquettishly, as her slender hands rubbed lightly up and down over his shirt as they stepped into the dance floor. Seeing his lack of objection, she undid his buttons one by one, giggling, "That’s much better."

Leng Yan couldn’t be bothered to control her, letting her hands wander as they pleased.

He didn’t want to know what that feeling was. The DJ’s beat wasn’t particularly strong, yet it felt just right. The woman’s touch, due to his slightly tipsy consciousness, didn’t particularly bother him.

"Handsome, you haven’t told me your name yet?"

She smiled tenderly, her arm climbing up around his neck, swaying his waist slowly to the gentle music...

"Guess?"

"Don’t be like that, handsome. How about we play a game and see who loses first." Staring at his alluring honey-colored skin, she smiled like a cat that’s about to steal the cream.

Leng Yan remained noncommittal.

His mood was quite agitated. If a "game"... could relax him, it wouldn’t be too bad.

The woman giggled, her fingers brushing against his abs.

"Such well-defined abs, I like them."

She became even more pleased, her lips gently rubbing against his honey-colored skin.

This rich and handsome man was certainly hooked. As long as she could get close, she didn’t mind being the third or fourth...

She was sure that, in that regard, she had ways to make him unable to forget her.

***

Inside the villa, the lights cast lonely shadows...

"Young Madam, the Young Master, he..."

Seeing Wen Nuan put down her phone, disappointment written all over her face, Sister Ping’s voice carried a sigh.

The Young Madam had been cheerful the entire afternoon; it was the happiest she had been since marrying into the family. While making soup, she couldn’t help but hum tunes.

Alas—

It’s a pity that their Young Master doesn’t know how to appreciate this love.

"The phone is off."

Wen Nuan tried to mask her bitterness with a smile, but it backfired.

Sometimes, smiling is harder than crying, and the forced smile only betrayed the pain in her heart.

"I’ll be home tonight." He had vowed confidently at the time, yet it was just a casual remark, wasn’t it?

Wen Nuan looked at the cooling dishes, unable to hold back the tears that welled up and flowed down.