Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 275 Why Do I Absolutely Want You?

Lin Xiaoyan carried Shen Feiwan upstairs to the second floor. The door to the master bedroom was ajar, and the lights in the room turned on as soon as his footsteps were heard.

The warm yellow wall lamp cast an ambiguous glow on the dark wooden floor. Lin Xiaoyan carried Shen Feiwan straight to the large bed in the center of the bedroom and gently placed her on the velvet bedding.

The mattress dipped slightly, and just as Lin Xiaoyan was about to lean in, Shen Feiwan bent her knees and stood between them.

Lin Xiaoyan was blocked, his right knee sinking deep into the mattress, while his left leg remained on the ground, his muscles taut beneath his suit trousers.

He rested his left hand on Shen Feiwan's neck, slightly displeased, but did not lash out.

He gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead with his right hand, his fingertips lightly brushing against Shen Feiwan's temples.

Shen Feiwan made no further moves.

Lin Xiaoyan then tentatively lowered his head.

Seeing that Shen Feiwan did not dodge, his lips gently touched the corner of her lips, as if savoring a long-awaited fine wine. After receiving her consent, the kiss gradually deepened, from a light touch to a gentle drizzle, falling on her lips, chin, and neck.

When the kiss reached its climax, Lin Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed Shen Feiwan's wrist and pulled her towards his already taut groin.

“Wanwan,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his voice hoarse, “I dream about you all the time… and I always wake up in pain.”

As he spoke, his fingers slid down to her ankle, attempting to lift Shen Feiwan's long dress.

However, the skirt was fitted, and the fabric above the hem clung tightly to the skin, encountering resistance as soon as it reached the calves.

Lin Xiaoyan had to hunch his back; he needed more space to get the cumbersome skirt up.

But at that moment, Shen Feiwan suddenly clenched her fingers...

"Hmm..." Lin Xiaoyan's muscles tensed instantly, and veins bulged in his neck. He gritted his teeth and called out to her, "Wanwan..."

The initiative has shifted.

Shen Feiwan used the momentum to sit up, pulling her disheveled skirt up to her knees, revealing her fair calves.

She knelt on the bed with her knees apart, slowly approaching Lin Xiaoyan.

Inch by inch.

Just when Lin Xiaoyan thought Shen Feiwan was about to kiss him, she turned her head and bit his glasses with her teeth.

With a gentle flick, the glasses landed on the soft mattress with a soft thud.

Lin Xiaoyan's vision suddenly became a little blurry, and he squinted his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Shen Feiwan, his pupils surging with naked desire. He was about to lean closer…

But Shen Feiwan pushed him away by pressing a palm against his chest.

Shen Feiwan lowered her eyes and glanced at his taut waist and abdomen, her red lips parted slightly, "Untie it yourself."

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Lin Xiaoyan's chest heaved violently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Feiwan. "You know what this means, right?"

Shen Feiwan smiled faintly, her fingertips lightly tracing the open collar of his shirt. "What do you think?" She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

Lin Xiaoyan chuckled softly, a dark undercurrent surging in his eyes, "That's good."

The metal belt buckle popped open with a "ding" sound in the quiet bedroom.

He grasped Shen Feiwan's wrist and guided her to press it against his burning skin.

Shen Feiwan suddenly pulled her hand away and instead pressed down on his shoulder, giving him a hard push.

Lin Xiaoyan fell backward with her force, the back of his head hitting the foot of the bed with a "thud," the dull thud absorbed by the heavy mattress.

The pain spread from the back of his head, but he merely frowned and swallowed the groan back down his throat.

"Wanwan likes to be on top?" His voice was incredibly hoarse, his chest rising and falling with his breath. "But for the first time today, I want to take the helm."

Shen Feiwan ignored him, her fingertips drawing circles on his taut abs through his shirt, the pressure varying from light to heavy.

Her fingernails occasionally scraped against the buttons, making a soft sound.

As she slowly lowered herself, Lin Xiaoyan's breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Why must you be at the helm?" She leaned down, her hair falling beside his neck, looking down into his eyes. "Clearly now..." Her fingertips suddenly tightened, "I'm the one in control, aren't I?"

"Hmm..." Lin Xiaoyan let out a suppressed moan, then suddenly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting dappled shadows under the lamplight.

His fingers were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, revealing his loss of control at that moment.