novelraw Chapter 322 - 300: If They Aren’t Husband and Wife, How Could They Sleep Together
Chapter 322 - 300: If They Aren’t Husband and Wife, How Could They Sleep Together
The family rarely gathers together like this, sitting together and chatting lively for an entire evening.Gu Qimiao also felt the atmosphere of home so vividly for the first time, and all of this was given by the man beside her.
The bell at twelve o’clock rang, heralding the arrival of a new year.
Gu Qimiao leaned in Shen Yanchen’s arms, looking at the fireworks rising outside the window, involuntarily gripping his big hand tightly.
Shen Yanchen looked down at the woman in his arms, "Do you want to go anywhere?"
Gu Qimiao quickly nodded, "Yes."
Then she said, "But it’s too cold, I don’t want to go out."
"Who said two days ago they still wanted to go back to work?"
"Actually, I want to go see Teacher Fang."
Shen Yanchen thought for a moment and then opposed, "Not allowed to go."
Gu Qimiao rolled her eyes at him, "So petty."
"Teacher Fang has been very good to me. When I was in Italy, he taught me many things."
"So, am I better or is he?"
Gu Qimiao turned her head to look at him, knowing his temper, then smiled and said, "You’re better."
"No laughing, speak seriously!"
Gu Qimiao turned around and hugged his waist, snuggling into his arms, "You’re the best!"
Shen Yanchen smiled lightly, tightening his embrace on her, looking at the swirling snow outside the window and the booming sound of fireworks in his ears.
Their encounter was also in such a cold winter, as beautiful as the beginning and the end.
...
An’an was alone in her room, puzzled. Usually, when Su Yan returned, they shared a room, so why did Grandma let him stay in the downstairs guest room today?
Lying on the bed, hearing no sound from downstairs, An’an lifted the quilt and sat up, opened her room door, peered left and right, seeing no one in the corridor, she then walked out.
She tiptoed downstairs.
At this time, the servants had tidied up and gone to rest. With the faint light from outside the window, she arrived at Su Yan’s room, gently knocked on the door, and whispered, "Little Uncle."
The voice wasn’t loud, but Su Yan inside the room heard it clearly.
Actually, he had already guessed that she would come over, so he hadn’t slept yet, and truthfully, he couldn’t sleep.
The door wasn’t locked, and without him making any sound, she had already quietly turned the door handle open.
Su Yan was sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking a bit lazily seductive.
An’an closed the door and walked over. The ample warmth made her shivering body much more comfortable, "Little Uncle, why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Su Yan subtly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, and asked her, "What about you?"
"I... I fell asleep and woke up again, came down to find you."
"What do you want to find me for?"
An’an mumbled, "I want to sleep with you..."
Su Yan said nothing, picked up the ashtray, got up, and dumped the cigarette butts into the trash can.
An’an followed him step by step, reaching out to take the empty ashtray from him and placed it on the bedside, asking him, "Do you have something troubling you? Why are you smoking so much?"
Su Yan shook his head lightly, and sat down on the bed with her, "If you want to sleep, sleep quickly."
He pulled the quilt over her, and An’an looked at him and said, "I want to sleep with you."
"Aren’t you a little too old for this?"
An’an paused, "But didn’t we always do this?"
"But we can’t keep doing this. If we’re not a couple, how can we sleep together?"
An’an lowered her head, somewhat sourly asked, "So have you only slept with Xu Leya?"
Su Yan remained silent. He had already made his words clear enough, perhaps she never thought in that direction.