Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 323: Fu Shiyan Turns into a Prince of Sweet Nothings

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Fu Shiyan Turns into a Prince of Sweet Nothings

Bishui Bay.

As soon as the door closed, Fu Shiyan pinned her against it.

"Tonight, I don’t want to let you go."

His thin lips drew near, the faint aroma of tobacco and quality wine washing over her.

An Yan turned her head away, "Fu Shiyan, ever since we recognized each other, you’ve been relentless every night! When have you ever let me go?"

"Didn’t I let you go during the day?" Fu Shiyan said seriously, "Rest assured, your husband is definitely not going to run out of stamina."

"You!" An Yan didn’t know how to respond to that, "Did you search the internet for a collection of flirty lines?"

"Aren’t these kinds of lines inherently understood? Because every time I see you, such words just pour out of my mind."

An Yan was provoked into laughter, "Then say a few more for me to hear."

"I’ve lived for thirty-four years, tasted many flavors of life, I like sweet things, and the sweetest is you."

"To be close to vermilion is to be red; to be close to you is to be sweet."

"I want to plant strawberries on your 36.6℃ skin."

"I have a secret that needs to be whispered mouth to mouth to tell you."

"Younger Uncle’s bed is very big, do you want to come and try it?"

Initially, An Yan found his words sweet and was delighted, but then the flavor of his words changed.

"Fu Shiyan, you really are..."

His thumb gently caressed An Yan’s rosy lips, "Don’t talk, we mustn’t waste such a beautiful moment, may I invite you to dance on the bed?"

An Yan bit her lip as she looked at the man, wondering how such an abstinent face could spout such flirtatious words so readily.

Fu Shiyan was looking down at her, his black eyes as if aflame, ready to ignite her, "Don’t bite your own, bite mine."

An Yan knew she couldn’t escape tonight, so she coaxed the man, "Younger Uncle, just once tonight, alright?"

Fu Shiyan’s long fingers leisurely unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well-defined chest that exuded an irresistibly deep charm.

His adam’s apple moved hard, "I want to try a hoodie kiss."

A hoodie kiss?

While An Yan was still startled, the hem of her clothes lifted, a chill creeping in.

Accompanying the cool breeze were his scorching kisses, moving up along her abdomen.

As the hidden buttons on her back were undone one by one, a wave of heat made An Yan grasp the protrusion under the hoodie.

"Ayan!"

A soft pop vibrated, causing An Yan’s heart to tremble along with it.

"I’m here, you come, too."

Fu Shiyan pulled her hoodie over her head, burying her head inside it as well.

Due to the awkward position, An Yan’s arms were raised passively, leaving her at the man’s mercy.

The bow knot on her waist was undone, her casual pants fell to the ground, revealing a pair of long, slender legs that shone with a pale glow in the unlit room.

"Yanyan?"

His deep and husky voice carried fatal attraction, and An Yan found herself succumbing to it, responding with a hum.

"I want you."

An Yan lacked the capacity for thought, her lips faltering, "Okay."

The hoodie was stripped off, tracing an arc through the air before landing on the ground, as the two clung tightly to each other at the door.

An Yan clung to his shoulders, meeting the man’s fiery lips.

She was kissed until her lips and tongue numbed, her legs weakened, and if it weren’t for the man holding her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.

"So mesmerized, is once enough?"

An Yan suddenly opened her eyes, looking at him somewhat angrily.

Fu Shiyan didn’t give her the chance to express any sentiments and sealed her lips with his, lifting her up and carrying her towards the bedroom with his hands supporting her bottom.

The door of the room closed behind them with the kick of a man’s heel, suppressed yet joyful sounds intermittently emerging, then turning into low pleas for mercy.

The bright moon outside stealthily hid behind the clouds, not daring to appear until the night was deep and still...

By the time Fu Shiyan was satisfied, it was already the latter part of the night.

He watched An Yan laying on the pillow, a few strands of her slightly wet hair sticking to her cheek, her lips swollen, her smooth back marked with spots of red, and he leaned down to kiss her little face, "I’ll carry you to shower."

An Yan slightly opened her eyes, letting out a light hum, her voice hoarse when she spoke, "You dog of a man!"

Fu Shiyan laughed as he picked her up, "The dog of a man is going to take his treasure for a bath."

A sense of alarm went off in An Yan’s heart, "No need for a bath, just a quick rinse will do."

Fu Shiyan’s laughter was exceptionally pleasant as he carried An Yan into the bathroom and washed her, not missing a single spot, but did not proceed with any further intimate communication.

After the shower, he wiped her hair, blow-dried it, then wrapped her in a bathrobe like a baby before carrying her out.

An Yan, seeing him heading to the guest bedroom, asked curiously, "Why not go back to the master bedroom?"

"The sheets are all wet, how do you sleep?"

An Yan, annoyed, started punching his chest with her little fists, as Fu Shiyan broke into laughter.

Kicking open the guest bedroom door, the scent of flowers wafted in.

Fu Shiyan gently placed her on the bed and turned on the light.

The warm yellow light spilled out, and An Yan looked around; the bedroom was filled with roses of various colors, as well as lilies and baby’s breath.

Fu Shiyan knelt on one knee, looking up at her, "Do you like it?"

For a full five years, she hadn’t received flowers from the man before her, how could she not like them.

She pursed her lips, her deer-like eyes curved hiding her joy.

She asked, "Why are you giving flowers? When did you prepare this?"

Fu Shiyan held her hand, kissing the back of her fair hand, "I prepared it yesterday. Some colors weren’t available, they were airfreighted from Bulgaria."

He gazed into An Yan’s eyes, "I’ve only recovered half of my memory, the rest can’t be restored, which I find very regrettable. In the memories I have recovered, I found I never really pursued you. Were you upset then?"

An Yan shook her head, "Just a little disappointment, after all, it’s usually the man who chases the woman."

"I thought you were tireless in this pursuit."

"Fu! Shi! Yan!"

"I’m here, I’ve always been." Fu Shiyan got up to sit beside her, drawing her into his embrace, "Yanyan, let us be in love properly, let me pursue you again."

"Actually, you’ve tried to pursue me again before."

"I pursued you before?" Fu Shiyan was somewhat surprised.

An Yan nodded, "You did."

"No matter, then I’ll pursue you once more."

An Yan looked up at him, "But each time you pursue me, you lose your memory, I’m afraid."

Fu Shiyan gently stroked her flushed cheek, "Not this time, never again. Shall we start from tomorrow?"

A bad feeling faintly arose in An Yan’s heart, "Isn’t it starting from today? It’s already past midnight."

"Today I’ve had a taste and can’t stop craving, let’s start from tomorrow."

An Yan: "...Old Dog Fu, can you be even more dog-like?"

"I can’t let down that title."

An Yan: "..."

The two were enveloped in the soft cushions scattered with rose petals, the vibrant roses blooming even more brilliantly under the care of their gardener.

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