บท 995: He Wasn't Alone on This Path

An'an's heart palpitated, tugging on his shirt tightly with both hands, she whispered, "But I'm still injured…"

"Aren't you all recovered already?" He ran his calloused fingertips over the scars on her stomach. The skin over her stomach was smooth and supple, but some scars had been left behind.

But it didn't matter, the scars could be removed with some medical procedures in the future.

An'an's gaze shifted around, just like a frightened bunny, or rather, more like a little fox that didn't want to admit that she wanted it. Her body was in his arms and his entire masculine scent surrounded her. It felt invasive. "But I'm afraid…"

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Yan lifted her up, placing her on the bathroom counter. "I'll be more gentle."

He kissed her red lips.

…

One hour later.