When he heard the word "fool", Lu Yan's heart was so excited that it almost jumped out. Even a master of Mu Warehouse who had achieved ten rings, for the first time held a pair of small and delicate earrings with no attacking power, his hands trembled non-stop.

  After shaking back and forth many times, he finally put the earrings on An's ears. The girl's ears were white and tender under his palms, turning from white to red, until they became as red as a rabbit's ears.

  Lu Yan made three efforts and finally put the earrings on An An's ears. Under the round and delicate white pearl inlay, the girl's ears became even more tender and pink.

  The man's palms and fingertips were covered with calluses, because he was not familiar with it, the first time doing such delicate work, obviously a bit shaky, especially when his fingertips touched Anan's earlobe, swaying back and forth several times before stabilizing his movements.

  He moved very gently, afraid of hurting An An. He kept lowering his head and panting, fearing that if he hurt him, he could help blow on it to relieve the pain.

  For An'an, putting on the earrings might be a matter of minutes, but for Lu Yan, it was as if he had gone through an eternity. This was his first time actively giving a gift to a girl, his first time putting earrings on a girl, and he cherished, handled with care, and was cautious, even more so than when he first held a bow and arrow on the archery field.

  For the first time, he felt that a girl's ears could be so delicate, fitting in the palm of his hand, easily covering them completely, and even the girl's small face was covered with one slap, leaving some extra space.

  He made a gesture on An's small face with his bony hand.

  After stretching out her five fingers, An's small face was only up to one of his joints. When she covered it, the girl's long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, like a feather, brushing back and forth in his palm. The itchiness transmitted from his palm to his heart, making Lu Yan feel extremely satisfied.

  An'an couldn't bear to push away Lu Yan's hand, but the thin calluses on the man's palm scratched her face, first feeling numb and tingling, then a hint of panic rose in her eyes, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She took down Lu Yan's hand, trying to make herself look serious, "Brother Yan, your hands are really rough."

  The originally ambiguous atmosphere was instantly dispelled cleanly with this sentence.

  Lu Yan couldn't help but laugh and cry, he put his hand on An An's fluffy little head, rubbed it gently, and spoiled her, "It's really... ", he said for a long time, but in the end, he didn't bear to say it out loud.

  An An raised her head and stared at Lu Yan, intentionally saying "What is it?"

  Lu Yan didn't hesitate at all, "Mischievous!", after saying that, he paused for a moment and quickly added, "But I like it." No matter what kind of An An, he likes.

  An An looked at Lu Yan like this, pursed her lips and smiled, "Yan Ge, your desire to survive is really strong."

  The girl's voice was soft and sweet, like the gentle breeze in March, lightly brushing past Lu Yan's restless heart, making his whole body tremble. He lowered his head to look at the girl in front of him, her small white face now flushed with a red glow, her eyes shining like the brightest stars in the sky, her nose slightly wrinkled, and below that was her bright red, moist little mouth, with a pair of shallow dimples smiling on her lips.

  Lu Yan stared blankly at An An, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

  There isn't a girl who doesn't like the person she has a crush on staring at her absent-mindedly, and An An is no exception. The first time it happened, she was somewhat relieved that her skin had turned white; if it were still as dark as coal, just thinking about it made her shudder with cold sweat, better not to think about it anymore.

  After the two of them stood outside for a while, blowing some cool breeze, the heat on their bodies slowly dissipated. They turned back and walked towards the car, got in, and then An suddenly felt that getting in was an unwise decision.

  The cool breeze outside had just managed to dispel the heat from her face, but now the cramped space inside the car made her feel a bit stifled again, and a faint flush slowly rose to her cheeks.

  Her hand was placed on the window frame, wanting to open the car window, but unexpectedly Lu Yan's action was faster. His large hands with distinct joints suddenly covered An An's small hands, and the scorching heat from his palms startled her.

  A flash of concern crossed her eyes, "Yuan Ge, are you sick?"

  Lu Yan suddenly leaned in, lowering his head to gaze at An An who was half-trapped in his arms. His eyes were too scorching hot, making An An increasingly flustered. After a while, Lu Yan's eyes dimmed slightly as he stared at those bright red, moist lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm sick, An An, you're my medicine." A medicine that could make him go to heaven and earth, no matter what couldn't be done.

  In An An's impression, Lu Yan has always been a cold and icy wooden lump, rarely able to say such words from his mouth.

  An An seemed to want to verify, the man in front of her was really her cold and icy brother Lu Yan. She stretched out her hand and pinched his face, muttering, "It's Brother Yan! No mistake!"

  She didn't know that in front of a man who was completely infatuated with her, a pair of weak and boneless small hands were pinching his face back and forth, Lu Yan seemed to have been electrocuted, his whole body stiffened there.

  His blood seemed to have flowed in reverse, and every move she made in front of him was full of temptation.

  The next second, he suddenly stretched out his index finger with a thin layer of callus and stroked An's moist lips. This seemed to be a signal, like an electric current, which made Lu Yan suddenly lose his rationality. He didn't care about anything, lowered his head, and steadily captured those coveted lips, soft and sweet, just like the ones in his memory, making Lu Yan's body tremble, and then deepened several times.

  An An's mind was suddenly filled with a loud noise, and Lu Yan was actually kissing her? An An subconsciously stretched out her hand to push Lu Yan away, but unexpectedly, Lu Yan's left hand firmly pressed on An An's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a hint of danger, his voice low and seductive, "An An, relax!"

  Lu Yan's voice seemed to have a magical power, and under this temptation, An An actually closed her eyes obediently. She unconsciously followed Lu Yan's movements and danced together. 166.com