บท 1020: Nothing Compares to You (2)

An'an's heart thumped when he threw her on the bed. With her hands wrapped around his neck she held onto him tightly. "My stomach! Ah Yan, my stomach!"

He was heavy-handed and she was worried that he would accidentally hurt Little Yan.

Lu Yan was amused by her, he held her waist with one hand and with a huge blanket on the bed, she wouldn't be injured at all.

At least, with him around she wouldn't get injured.

How could he even bear to hurt his precious son?

"You're making all these sounds, I'm dying trying to hold my desires in!" Lu Yan towered above her, burying his face in her neck and taking in a deep breath, smelling her scent to temporarily relieve himself of his desires.

An'an could finally relax, her hands still wrapped around his neck. She planted a few kisses on his cheek and said, "Ah Yan, you have to try to hold it in. Be good."

She lifted her hand, ruffling his hair.