382: How Unlike You

How Unlike You

Mr Meissen instantly laughed. "Haha, Master Yan, Qing'qing must have been thinking about you incessantly all these time. Since she couldn't forget about your down there, she spilled the drink down below."2

Facing such a dirty joke, Lu Yan raised a brow and replied, "What can I do? Women are always eyeing my privates."

"Hahaha!" Mr Meissen burst into raucous laughter.

Since her plans were already exposed, Qing'qing twisted her delicate body sensually and dabbed at Lu Yan's trousers.

Lu Yan didn't avoid her advances, he even raised a brow while Qing'qing's hands headed further down. His masculinity had Qing'qing's heart thud in anticipation and her soul drawn by him.

Her hands inched closer and closer.

However, a tiny hand suddenly shot over and wiped the man's trousers before Qing'qing could do so.

Qing'qing was stunned, her head whipping over to glare at An'an, who stood beside Lu Yan.

An'an's beautiful face remained expressionless, she used the tissues to wipe the man's trousers.

Lu Yan's strong waist instantly went numb, he stretched out his rough palm and held onto An'an's tiny wrist, not allowing her to touch him inappropriately.

This scene had Mr Meissen in shock. "Master Yan, aren't you raising Miss An'an as your own daughter? You let her touch your trousers?"

Lu Yan gave An'an a cold-eyed stare, narrowing his eyes and giving off a dangerous vibe.

Mr Meissen paused in realization. No wonder he found their father-daughter relationship to be rather strange, so it turned out that they had a forbidden secret.

"Master Yan, I've known you for a long time and I see you're getting more brazen in your ways. I truly believed that you adopted a daughter and it turns out that you two…"

Mr Meissen suddenly stopped speaking, Lu Yan had given him a bone-chilling glare that froze him to his soul and he swallowed his words hastily.

Though Mr Meissen was smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut, he took a quick glance at Lu Yan's trousers and suppressed a chuckle. This An'an had merely wiped his trousers a bit and he seemed to have a raging hard-on.

Lu Yan threw An'an's tiny wrist away and took out a cigarette from the pack. Qing'qing was observant and she speedily picked up the lighter, bending down to light Lu Yan's cigarette.

Lu Yan frowned while he exhaled a puff of smoke. In the smoky haze, he placed his left hand in his trouser pocket, while trying to adjust it so it wasn't as obvious.

His muscles were all tensed up, every part of him was muscular and when he had a reaction, there was no way to hide it.

Mr Meissen was impressed by Lu Yan's brazen ways. The man had raised a little girl and he wasn't sure whether Lu Yan had ever touched her. Looking at her appearance, she seemed beautiful, yet fragile, like one touch would make her faint.

Mr Meissen felt a little high, he held the beauty in his arms and kissed her, asking pretentiously, "Master Yan, you should tell me the truth. How long has it been since you've been with a woman? Qing'qing complained to me the other time that you didn't even touch her. A gorgeous beauty was sent right in front of you and still you didn't touch her. Master Yan, this is very unlike you!"

How many years had he not been with a woman?

Lu Yan took a puff of the cigarette before giving a smirk. It had indeed been a few years since his last taste of a woman. Even with Xiao Qian, he hadn't touched her for a good five or six years.

Men like him would normally be self-indulgent and with a sudden ban imposed on him, he was stunned. He simply couldn't remember what being with a woman even felt like.

"Miss An'an, this would be your wrongdoing. You're in college now right? It's not easy for Master Yan to take you around everywhere and not only that, it's inconvenient for him too. You should be more understanding at your age and not be too clingy. Master Yan is already 35 years old, he can no longer wait for you to become independent. Master Yan needs to find a good woman and get married, then he can build a family and have his own children."

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