The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-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.

Lu Qingyan’s originally calm heart became troubled again.

Deeply inhaling, he sat beside the bed before calling out hoarsely, "Jiang Nanshu, wake up."

Her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, she moaned softly and pulled the blanket over her head.

Lu Qingyan’s cool black eyes filled with a helpless smile, "The concert of your Brother Yang is about to start. Are you still going?"

It was then that Jiang Nanshu languidly opened her eyes.

"Ugh, how annoying! If it weren’t for the five million, wouldn’t I be sleeping soundly? My body feels so soft; I just can’t get up."

She threw off the blanket, her gaze vacant as she stared at the ceiling, her voice soft with residual sleepiness, "But my clothes are all wrinkled and look ugly."

"I have prepared a new set for you. Get up, let’s head to Hengzhou Stadium."

She yawned, her eyes brimming with moisture, "I don’t want to get up."

Lu Qingyan directly scooped her up around the waist, bent down to pick up her shoes from the floor, and helped her wear them, "Be good, go change your clothes, I’ll wait for you in the living room."

Jiang Nanshu’s gaze shifted from his body to his face.

The dimly lit orange night light dispelled the coldness around him, making him appear exceedingly gentle.

"No wonder Su Ran can’t stop thinking about you. Were you this nice to Su Ran before?"

Lu Qingyan: "..."

Is the plot really this cruel?

Has it locked him onto Su Ran?

Lu Qingyan didn’t believe it.

He placed the new dress bag on the bedside table and stood up to leave.

The dress was a flamboyant red, adorned with fine jewels, a mermaid-style dress with an off-the-shoulder tight fit and a split hem.

It was also paired with a pair of black frosted diamond-studded high heels.

The dress was haute couture, costing several hundred thousand for a complete set.

Jiang Nanshu went to the bathroom to tidy up. Her sharp features needed no makeup, and her slightly curled black hair fell behind her. She took out a lipstick from her bag to add some color.

Then she stepped out in high heels.

Lu Qingyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, which offered an unobstructed view of the entire night scene of Beijing.

Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around.

Suddenly, he felt that the transiting stars and the dazzling galaxy were insignificant compared to half of Jiang Nanshu’s beauty.

His gaze lingered on her barely visible snowy white thighs and felt that the dress was too revealing for such a young girl.

Jiang Nanshu giggled as she threw herself at him, one hand hooking his arm and the other playfully resting on his chest. She tilted her head up, angling her face cunningly but beautifully, her eyes smiling and inviting, "Do I look good?"

Lu Qingyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he replied hoarsely, "You look beautiful, let’s go."

He averted his gaze and walked ahead on his own.

"Hmm? That didn’t get your heart racing? A kiss and a run, how can that work?"

Jiang Nanshu placed her hands on her hips, feeling somehow that Lu Qingyan was avoiding her!

When she had finally mustered the courage to do the task, he was actually thinking of avoiding her. She had no choice but to continue making the first move.

On the surface, Lu Qingyan was calm, but behind him, the clattering sound of her high heels with each step seemed to strike directly on his heart.

Opening the door, Yang Jiashu was already waiting outside.

The moment he saw Jiang Nanshu, his eyes swept over her with unmasked astonishment and admiration, "Wow, Nanshu, you look so beautiful today."

"Wasn’t I beautiful yesterday?" Jiang Nanshu laughed.

Yang Jiashu was slightly embarrassed, "Pah, pah, pah, I misspoke. You’re beautiful every day."

"I’ll go move the car first, hurry up with Brother Yan."

He hurried off first.

Jiang Nanshu then turned to Lu Qingyan with a look of grievance, "Everyone knows to compliment me, why can’t you, don’t you like me?"

Lu Qingyan’s calm black eyes rested on her once more and he spoke again, "Yes, beautiful."

However, this time, Jiang Nanshu pushed him against the wall.

Just the two of them in the entire floor.

She reached up to grab his collar, forcing him to lower his head to meet her eyes.

"You’re being perfunctory. I feel like I’ve been deceived emotionally, unless you prove it."

The quiet space, even the air was charged with ambiguity.

His eyes deepened, "How should I prove it?"

Jiang Nanshu’s almond-shaped eyes curved into a smile, the crimson mole by her eye exuding allure.

"Kiss me."