That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart
Chapter 76: Got Hit by a Little Pet

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Got Hit by a Little Pet

The deep night, the sound of thunder and rain was incessant, and the wind carried rain to beat against the balcony’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

But inside the room, it was quiet and warm.

So quiet that only the light and shallow breathing of the young girl could be heard.

Half asleep, maybe feeling a bit cold, she burrowed her little head into his arms.

Her hands tightly circled his waist, as if she was afraid the big heater in front of her would slip away.

Yet Yan Yan was unable to sleep because of her rubbing.

He lowered his sleepless phoenix eyes, looking at her in his arms, his gaze even darker and more dangerous than the night outside.

Especially when his gaze fell on those slightly pouting, watery lips.

Not knowing how much time had passed, he suddenly couldn’t resist anymore, reaching out his hand, gently stroking the tender lips with his fingertip.

Soft, it inexplicably reminded him of jelly.

Even better than the feeling of pinching her little face.

At this moment, the young girl in his arms frowned, seemingly thinking it was a mosquito bothering her.

With a swing of her small hand, she smacked his hand away with a slap.

And then continued to sleep soundly buried in his embrace.

Leaving Yan Yan to look at his hand that now had a red mark: "..."

A stunningly beautiful face gradually darkened.

In this world, she was indeed the first to dare to lay a hand on him.

Not counting those childhood dark memories, at least since he took charge of the Yan Family, no one had ever hit him again.

Before he could do anything, the young girl in his arms suddenly murmured unclearly: "Beautiful woman..."

Her voice was soft, full of a milky powder taste, falling into his ears, inexplicably teasing his heart.

"Hmm?" he responded in a low voice, instinctively looking at her.

Only to find that the young girl in his arms still had her eyes tightly closed.

She snuggled closer into his embrace and then slept on contentedly.

Apparently, she was just talking in her sleep.

The anger in Yan Yan’s heart hadn’t even risen before it was dispelled by her nuzzling.

His heart softened into a lump, itching and numb, as if scratched by a cat’s paw.

This feeling was very peculiar.

It was something he had never experienced in the past twenty-two years.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling her back into his embrace, adjusting to the most comfortable angle for holding her, and then closed his eyes.

He had never tried sleeping while holding someone.

When he slept, he hated having anyone nearby; an additional person’s breathing would seem so obtrusive, so there had never been servants or secret guards in his room.

The last time he inexplicably let her in to sleep for a night, he thought that was the limit he could accept.

Unexpectedly, this time holding her in his arms felt pretty good.

A soft little bundle, small, yet strangely filling his embrace to the brim.

He found himself quite enjoying this feeling.

The following day, after a night of rain, there were signs of stopping.

The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a white light.

Just a light drizzle still hovered, and it seemed the sun wouldn’t emerge anytime soon.

When Yan Yan awoke by his biological clock, it was only six-thirty.

Discovering a soft body in his arms, his first reaction was thinking another bold intruder had entered his room.

Before he had a chance to throw the person out.

He caught a whiff of that familiar faint milky scent, like a nursing child.

It was the scent from his little pet at home.

The memories of last night slowly returned, and his tensed muscles relaxed.