Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Tease

Lu Yi had never eaten at so many different restaurants in his entire life. They ate at five different restaurants, sampling all the local delicacies. It did not take long for him to be full.

“Are you full?” Yan Huan asked. She had noticed Lu Yi gradually slowing down over the course of their dinner; he was no longer as enthusiastic about the food as he had been at the start of their night out. After so much food, even an insatiable food monster like Lei Qingyi would be full. Lu Yi’s appetite was a lot smaller than Lei Qingyi’s, so it was only natural for him to be full.

“Yeah. I’m stuffed.”

Lu Yi let out a soft sigh. He had overindulged himself, but then again he had had a good appetite. All the local delicacies he had sampled were unique and worth the calories.

“Let’s head back, then.” Yan Huan stood up and adjusted her hat. Lu Yi got to his feet as well and automatically held her hand in his. They took their time, stopping to take in the sights every now and then; it was only a 10-minute walk at most, but they stretched it out to half an hour.

They spent most of the journey in comfortable silence. In fact, they felt like an old married couple.

In that moment, everything was perfect. All was right with the world.

Their half-hour walk had the added benefit of aiding their digestion. Yan Huan had read that going to bed right after a meal led to obesity and indigestion, and this seemed like a good way to avoid that.

When they finally returned, Yi Ling and Luo Lin were nowhere to be seen. Yan Huan guessed that they must have gone out for dinner and drinks. They would most likely not be back until late at night.

That meant that Lu Yi and Yan Huan had the place to themselves. They could do all kinds of naughty things.

But Yan Huan knew Lu Yi was not that kind of man.

Lu Yi stood with his back against a table as he watched Yan Huan change the bed sheets.

“You can sleep in my room tonight. I’ll bunk with Yi Ling. Don’t worry, the sheets are new, no one’s used them.”

Lu Yi did not reply.

“Or perhaps… you have other plans?” Yan Huan moved away from the bed and padded over to Lu Yi on her bare feet. She looked at him, her misty eyes reflecting his stoic face.

“What?” Lu Yi lowered his head, not quite understanding what Yan Huan was hinting at.

“Don’t you want to sleep in my room?” Yan Huan’s face was perfectly serious, but there was a merry twinkle in her eye.

Lu Yi did not reply. He was not the type to waste his breath on confirming what had already been decided.

Yan Huan knew that, but she wanted to have a little fun with Lu Yi’s “I have absolutely no earthly desires” character all the same. She wanted to see what his face looked like when flushed with other emotions.

She was both curious and excited. She suddenly wondered whether she was actually a naughty tease, deep down.

Lu Yi arched an eyebrow. “What if I don’t want to sleep in your room?”

“Oh…” Yan Huan chewed coyly on her thumb. “You mean you want to sleep with me?”

Her beautiful eyes twinkled as her long, thick lashes fluttered flirtatiously, sending a ripple across the placid lake within Lu Yi. His heart began to stir with desire.

But his did not move or speak. He leaned elegantly against the table with one hand in his pocket, his long legs casually crossed.

He was the very picture of a well-mannered English gentleman.

Yan Huan stepped closer to him. She thrust her face towards him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Prosecutor Lu, if that’s what you want, well, I suppose I’ll just have to—reluctantly—agree to it.” She pretended to pout, but her voice was sweet and flirtatious.

Lu Yi was still gazing at her with calm, placid eyes. His expression remained inscrutable, but Yan Huan had picked up on the subtle changes in his posture. His breathing had become uneven and heated, and the “behemoth” lurking under his clothes was beginning to stir to life.

“Don’t you want to give it a try?” Yan Huan cocked her head coyly as she locked eyes with Lu Yi. She realized then that he had slender, beautiful Phoenix eyes. Small as they were, his eyes were exquisitely shaped and in perfect harmony with the rest of his features. In fact, he looked like a male lead in a Korean idol drama. Yi Ling had always lamented that it was such a waste of his perfect figure and idol-worthy features, and Yan Huan had to agree: if Lu Yi ever decided to go into showbiz, he would be more famous than Lu Qin. He was positively brimming with star potential.

She was still thinking about it when a hand lifted her shapely chin.

“Ms. Yan, are you sure?”

“Sure?” Yan Huan blinked. “Sure about what?”

Lu Yi caressed her cheek with his fingers. “You’ve spent so much time and effort teasing me—are you sure you want me to… do something about it?”

Yan Huan withdrew her hands. Uh-oh, she thought to herself, looks like he saw through me. Yes, I was deliberately being a tease.

She inwardly added: I guess my acting skills aren’t up to snuff if he saw through me.

But Lu Yi wasn’t about to let “Ms. Yan” off so easily after her relentless teasing.

Before Yan Huan could reply or even react, she had switched positions with Lu Yi. She felt the table behind her pressing into her back, but only slightly—Lu Yi had placed his hand around her waist and upon the small of her back, supporting most of her weight.

Yan Huan turned her head to the side. The short locks of hair next to her ear swayed with her movement, before coming to a gentle stop. Lu Yi found the sight captivating.

Her vision grew dim as the man before her loomed closer, blocking out the light. Before she knew what was happening, he had sealed her lips and taken her breath away. The faint, pleasant scent of kapok flowers on him was familiar to her: she had smelled it in her previous life, on this man who had saved her life and then witnessed her death.

His lips pressed insistently against hers, sparking an electrifying current that coursed into the depths of their hearts. They trembled at the feeling, even as they continued to lock lips.

They were engaged in a ferocious battle. They attacked each other’s lips as they tried to take each other’s breath away, neither of them yielding. Yan Huan’s brain turned to mush—she could no longer tell what was going on. This went on until she felt his forehead against hers, warm and gentle, like a patch of sunlight.

She had assumed they would go beyond kissing, and her body had turned to jelly at the thought. But just when things were beginning to get steamy, Lu Yi abruptly pulled apart from her and rested his forehead upon hers. His breathing was still ragged, and he seemed on the brink of devouring her.

But he kept himself under control.

Yan Huan blinked in confusion. She was young and beautiful—so exquisitely beautiful that most men would lose control of themselves in her presence. She was slender, but not sickly thin; her body proportions were perfect. Her waist was so small Lu Yi had to be careful not to exert too much force when he held her, for fear of breaking her in half.