Lu Chenyuan carried Lin Yan back to the room.
Pinned her against the wall and kissed her deeply.
Suddenly, Lu Chenyuan lifted her onto the cabinet and quickly pulled down one pant leg.
Lin Yan was still in a panic, already lifted up.
Afraid of falling, she wrapped her arms around Lu Chenyuan's neck and held on tightly.
Lu Chenyuan leaned close, his voice seductive, "Why are you holding on so tight? I can't move."
Lin Yan's ears turned red. Even though they were an old married couple, hearing such words from him, usually so serious and reserved, still made her blush and tightly close her eyes in embarrassment.
Lin Yan felt like she was being tormented to death by Lu Chenyuan.
When she woke up the next day, lying naked on the bed, the quilt was filled with Lu Chenyuan's scent with every breath.
