Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

The shirt had a fresh laundry detergent scent, indicating it had been washed.

Even if it's clean, Yan Heng can't let her wear his shirt as pajamas!

Xu An'an's face instantly turned bright red.

At her age, and having acted in so many movies, she naturally understands the ambiguous meaning hidden behind such a white shirt.

I never imagined that someone as seemingly cold as Yan Heng would have such a quirk...

A feeling that Xu An'an had never experienced before flashed through her mind.

It wasn't that she disliked it; it was more like something had touched a nerve that was extremely sensitive to her.

A tingling, numb sensation spread down her spine, causing her to tremble inexplicably.

Forcibly suppressing this strange feeling, she tried to focus her attention on the present moment.

She clutched the flowing fabric in her hand; it was the one Yan Heng had just brought. Should she call him over now and make him change?

...Wouldn't that be a bit too pretentious?

Xu An'an bit her lip.

It's just a shirt, isn't it?

If Yan Heng dares to take it, what wouldn't she dare to wear!

Maybe he's just waiting to see her make a fool of herself!

Without further ado, Xu An'an simply raised her hand and put on the shirt.

She stood in front of the misty mirror and glanced at herself.

The shirt was very large; the hem completely covered the upper thighs, but it was still a bit short of the knees.

To be precise, it doesn't count as exposure.

Even though Xu An'an had buttoned up the top button, it still gave off a strange...

Ugh, it must be a psychological problem.

Xu An'an quickly looked away, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to go out.

Yan Heng was puzzled as Xu An'an had been fussing in the bathroom for too long.

He got up, intending to ask her what was wrong, but as soon as he reached the living room, he heard the bathroom door open.

Yan Heng raised his eyes.

Suddenly, he froze.

The warm yellow light from the bathroom spilled out from behind Xu An'an, enveloping her in a hazy glow.

The oversized shirt hem barely covered the top of her thighs, revealing two straight and slender legs that were almost dazzlingly white under the lights.

The fabric of the shirt clung slightly to her body due to the dampness of the bathroom, subtly outlining the slender curve of her waist and the gentle undulations of her hips.

The light from behind shone through the thin cotton fabric, casting a hazy, graceful silhouette of the body.

Every arc of the curve was stimulating his tense nerves.

Yan Heng's throat suddenly tightened, and he couldn't control his gaze.

Xu An'an felt hot all over under his dark gaze. She tugged at the hem of her shirt and cleared her throat awkwardly.

Yan Heng finally came to his senses, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"...Why are you wearing this?"

Xu An'an was taken aback: "Didn't you give it to me?"

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow in surprise and pointed behind her:

"That's the one I got for you."

Xu An'an looked in the direction he was pointing.

On the sink next to the bathroom door, a set of navy blue fabric, folded neatly into squares, was laid out.

It even came with its original packaging, so it looked brand new.

? !

How could this happen?

...So that's the set of pajamas Yan Heng gave her?

What she's wearing now...

Perhaps Xu An'an's overly expressive face had already betrayed her entire inner journey, for Yan Heng remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

"...I wore this shirt the day before yesterday, and I probably just hung it behind the door when I got back."

"..."

Xu An'an felt like her world had collapsed.

Her face instantly burned like a fiery sunset: "I... I thought..."

She bit her lip, feeling that she couldn't explain herself no matter what she said.

Her mind was in turmoil, filled with frustration and embarrassment.

How could I be so stupid?

Anyone with a brain knows that Yan Heng would never give her his shirt as pajamas!

How dirty is her brain...?

...Will he think I'm deliberately trying to seduce him?

Thinking of this, she hurriedly grabbed the dark blue pajamas next to her, turned around and ran towards the bathroom: "I'm going to change—"

Just as I took a step, my wrist suddenly tightened.

"Don't change it."

Yan Heng's voice sounded from behind.

His voice was low and husky, yet it possessed an irresistible magic.

The large, hot palm made her wrist go numb.

Yan Heng gently pulled her into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath of her scent.

The shower gel in Yan Heng's house was purchased and placed by the maid, and it was the same brand that he often used when filming "The Last Goodnight".

It's not expensive.

It was during a supermarket sale, and Xu An'an picked it out for him from a bunch of discounted items.

He said this flavor suits him very well.

From then on, Yan Heng never changed his name.

The woody base, mixed with refreshing mint, is like a chilly wind blowing through a pine forest in winter.

At this moment, the soft body in his arms exuded his own scent.

Furthermore, she was wearing the clothes he had worn.

This feeling... was as if he had completely possessed her.

A primal sense of satisfaction welled up in Yan Heng's chest, and every nerve in his body trembled with excitement.

He buried his face in her hair, his breathing deep and heavy, as if he wanted to inhale all the breath she had on him.

The arms around her waist tightened again and again until her back was completely pressed against his chest, as if he wanted to press her into his very bones.

Xu An'an froze, too afraid to move.

His fingers gripped the hem of his shirt, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Yan Heng's breath was too hot.

It sprayed on the side of her neck, brushing against the fine hairs on her skin. The heat seeped through layer by layer, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Yan Heng..." she murmured.

He did not respond.

He still buried himself in her shoulder, his burning lips landing lightly on the sensitive skin on the back of her neck.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, almost inaudible: "...What you said today, is it true?"

Xu An'an was taken aback: "What did you say?"

You said...you love me.

Yan Heng's lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice soft, as if afraid of startling something, "You weren't lying to Lu Yiming, were you?"

So that's what he was worried about.

Xu An'an's heart softened.

She turned her head, wanting to look into his eyes, but he tightened his arms around her, preventing her from moving.

Fearing that struggling would aggravate his wounds, Xu An'an had no choice but to give up and let him hold her.

"no,"

She raised her hand and gently stroked the arm that was tightly bound around her waist.

"I didn't lie to him."

Yan Heng's breathing visibly caught in his throat.

Xu An'an suddenly felt the hand around her waist loosen, and then she was flipped over, her knees tightening around her.

She was lifted up by Yan Heng with one arm.

The sudden suspension made her instinctively wrap her arms around Yan Heng's neck.

"Yan Heng!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? You're still injured!"

"fine."

Yan Heng tightened his right arm and curled his lips indifferently, "If you're afraid I'll get hurt, hold me tighter."

He strode into the bedroom and threw her onto the soft, large bed.

Before Xu An'an could react...

The next second, a large figure leaned over and covered him.

A passionate and domineering kiss rained down upon them.