Chapter 112: Pinching Her Slim Waist — Yaoyao, You’re So Thin
With just one sentence from Little Eight, Nan Xun almost broke character.
Yan Han continued speaking sweet words. He gently pinched Nan Xun’s waist and said, “Yaoyao, you’re a bit thin. You should eat more in the future.”
Nan Xun immediately replied, “I’m not thin at all. I’m the type who looks slim in clothes but has plenty of curves once undressed. You’ll know once you see it for yourself another day.”
That single line completely left the man before her speechless.
He truly hadn’t expected the woman in his arms to be capable of saying something so openly provocative!
Sure enough—sure enough, deep down she really was a lewd little seductress. Was she inviting him into her bed?
Seeing the man freeze, Nan Xun suddenly burst out laughing. Her laughter was clear and unrestrained, ringing by his ear, and it even gave him the illusion that his own emotions had been infected.
“Yaoyao, if you keep talking like this, I really will take it seriously,” Yan Han said as he looked at her, his expression somewhat solemn.
Nan Xun stretched out two fingers and crawled them slowly up his chest, all the way to his Adam’s apple, lightly scratching it twice. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “Brother Han, you can take it seriously.”
The woman’s fragrant breath came in soft bursts against his ear—warm, slightly damp, and… unbearably ticklish. Yan Han sucked in a sharp breath and suddenly shoved the woman in his arms away.
The motion was actually rather rough.
Nan Xun stared at him blankly, looking a little frightened.
Yan Han regretted it the moment he pushed her away. He took a deep breath and immediately pretended to be angry. “Yaoyao, some jokes can’t be made. You went too far just now. What if I—what if I accidentally hurt you?”
On the surface, Nan Xun looked confused, but inside she was pounding the table with Little Eight in wild laughter. “Hahahaha… Little Eight, did you hear what the big boss just said? A man who can’t even perform is saying he’s afraid of hurting me—hahahaha…”
Little Eight was laughing too, but still kindly reminded her, “Darling, don’t play too far. What if he gets angry from embarrassment?”
“Oh, he won’t. He’s still waiting to successfully seduce me before dumping me. There’s no way he can’t even tolerate this little bit.”
“Yaoyao, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you just now?” Yan Han stepped forward with some regret, wanting to pull the woman back into his arms.
Nan Xun took a step back and looked at him with grievance. “Do you regret it? Yan Han, let me tell you—I, Qin Buyao, am this kind of woman. I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. Do you think I’m too loose, or too unreasonable? If you can’t even tolerate this, what future are you talking about with me?”
Yan Han opened his mouth. “I—I didn’t mean that. Yaoyao, I don’t despise you. You clearly know I didn’t mean that.”
Nan Xun abruptly turned around, her back to him. “Yan Han, I’ll give you one last chance. Go. Don’t come again in the future.”
Hearing this, Yan Han’s gaze darkened. He immediately wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaned over, and kissed her earlobe, coaxing her softly. “I’m sorry, Yaoyao. I shouldn’t have snapped at you just now. I was just afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back. In front of the woman he loves, a man often can’t withstand teasing.”
Only after a long while did Nan Xun say, “Can I take that as a compliment?”
Yan Han: “…Yes.”
The two of them cuddled and lingered together for quite a while longer.
After Yan Han left, Cui Huan—who had automatically vanished earlier—popped out from some corner, smiling brightly. “Your Ladyship, this servant suddenly feels that Young Master Yan is really quite nice. You laughed so many times just now.”
After leaving Chimu Palace and flying away, Yan Han walked alone through the night.
As he walked, he suddenly removed the silver mask covering his face. The face revealed beneath it was none other than the tyrant Yan Mohan.
The hand gripping the mask tightened abruptly, and a flash of cold light passed through his dark, bottomless eyes.
Suddenly, the thin lips pressed into a straight line tilted upward to one side, carrying a hint of mockery and disgust—yet deep in his eyes lingered a trace of emotion even he himself could not decipher.
“Qin Buyao… Qin Buyao…” the man murmured softly several times. His tall, upright figure gradually receded, until it melted into the night.
After the two of them confessed their feelings to each other, Yan Han came to Chimu Palace every day. At first, he only dared to sneak in under cover of night, but later his courage grew bolder and bolder—he even dared to wander around Chimu Palace in broad daylight.
Leaning against his chest, Nan Xun said worriedly, “Brother Han, you’re wandering around the palace like this in the daytime—are you really going to be okay?”
Yan Han’s large hand rested on her small head, stroking her jet-black, silky hair again and again. Hearing this, he merely smiled faintly. “The palace guards are all useless. My lightness skill is superb; avoiding them is effortless.”
Then his tone shifted, and he chuckled lowly, restrained yet sexy. “Yaoyao, if you’re really worried about the danger of me coming and going every day, how about… letting me stay the night tonight?”
An ordinary woman would either feel shy or get angry in embarrassment, but Nan Xun instead smiled slyly and went along with him. “Sure. If you dare to stay, I’ll eat you up. That way we can really live up to the title of adulterous lovers.”
Yan Han had already grown accustomed to Nan Xun’s “straightforwardness” these past few days. Not only did he not blush or panic, he even shot back, “Yaoyao, if you’re a loose woman, then I’m willing to be your adulterer.”
Nan Xun was startled, thinking, The big boss’s level seems to have gone up.
She suddenly smiled and reached out to hook Yan Han’s chin. “Brother Han, do you really think I have the nerve but not the guts? Watch out—I might really go chomp and eat you up~”
“Fine. Then eat me.” Yan Han’s lips curved slightly.
Smiling, Nan Xun looked at him for a moment, then suddenly leaned in without warning. Puckering her lips, she gave his thin lips a quick peck.
Yan Han’s eyes flew wide open. He stumbled back two steps, lost his footing, and plopped down on the ground.
“Hahahaha…” Nan Xun pointed at his awkward state and laughed out loud, laughing especially happily.
A trace of anger flashed through Yan Han’s eyes.
Cui Huan also giggled and hurriedly handed him a small wooden stool. “Young Master Yan, don’t be angry. My lady is just a bit too playful—she didn’t do it on purpose.”
That only made things worse. Yan Han became even more convinced that the woman had done it on purpose.
Nan Xun helped Yan Han up, leaned in, and blew a warm breath onto his face. That breath, carrying a heady fragrance, made the man narrow his eyes slightly.
“Brother Han, you’re really too easy to tease. You’re so pure—how will I ever bring myself to eat you in the future?” Nan Xun teased with a laugh.
Yan Han was irritated—truly, deeply irritated. This woman teased him over and over again, and after teasing him, still wore an innocent expression of I was just joking—why are you taking it seriously?
He really wanted to tear off the mask she wore on her face.
