Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Flattery
Qiao Yi’s piercing scream sounded as if her tail had been stepped on; Lu Yanchuan’s hand trembled, and the box dropped to the ground, where two elliptical, very bouncy, and puffy little pads rolled out.
Lu Yanchuan bent down to pick up the items, but Qiao Yi beat him to it, stuffing them back into the box and clutching it to her chest.
“You! What are you doing! Why are you ssing with my stuff!”
Qiao Yi looked at Lu Yanchuan defensively like a startled rabbit, her blush made Lu Yanchuan involuntarily swallow.
“What just fell out?”
Those two little pads seed to be nice to the touch, Lu Yanchuan didn’t get a good look before Qiao Yi snatched them away, her nervousness made him very curious.
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Qiao Yi’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she shoved the box to the very bottom of her suitcase, calming down a bit.
“There was nothing! You saw it wrong! And stop riffling through my things without permission!”
Qiao Yi bared her teeth, threatening Lu Yanchuan, who grew even more curious about what she was hiding.
Perhaps afraid that Lu Yanchuan would dig through her stuff again, Qiao Yi rummaged through a shopping bag for a while, then sneakily took several pastel-colored boxes to the bathroom and finished packing them into her suitcase before coming out.
This wasn’t about thwarting thieves anymore; Qiao Yi’s gaze at Lu Yanchuan was as if she were looking at a lascivious and starving wolf.
Lu Yanchuan touched his nose, feeling his curiosity was justified, so why was Qiao Yi so tense?
Feng Siyu didn’t know what Qiao Yi had frantically done; after she returned, he ssaged her, and upon reading her reply, he couldn’t help but snicker lewdly.
“You’ve seen it anyway, is there really sothing left unseen?”
“Shut your mouth, or you’ll be left without a single piece of clothing!”
Qiao Yi was infuriated and embarrassed; if Feng Siyu had been there, a beating would have been inevitable.
After a long video call with Feng Siyu and unpacking most of the parcels, Qiao Yi finally hung up the call.
There were still so parcels left, all gifts for her parents and friends and relatives.
Not sothing to be opened now.
To pack everything, Qiao Yi had even bought several suitcases, which were now lined up at the doorway, awaiting their trip to the airport the next day.
From evening till late into the night, she packed and repacked until only one last bag on the bed remained.
Hesitating for a mont, Qiao Yi tossed the final bag into Lu Yanchuan’s arms.
“Next ti you want to open sothing, open your own stuff, not soone else’s.”
Surprisingly, she had bought him sothing too. Lu Yanchuan raised an eyebrow, opened the box, and found a pair of glasses inside.
“Why are you giving this?”
“Oh, nothing special, just that you always look at phones and computers, wearing this will protect your eyes.”
Qiao Yi wouldn’t admit that she actually wanted to see if Lu Yanchuan, wearing glasses, would appear more like a graceful but degenerate man.
Lu Yanchuan was always immaculately slicked back at the office, looking sharp and ruthless.
But now, slouched on the sofa with his hair casually spread out, he seed rather laid back.
Lu Yanchuan put on the glasses, pulled at the fra with one hand, and suddenly heard a “click”.
Qiao Yi quickly put away her phone, pretending nothing had happened and looked at Lu Yanchuan.
“That thing, how’s the fra? Is it comfortable? If it’s not, I can go exchange it tomorrow before flying.”
Lu Yanchuan pretended not to have noticed Qiao Yi taking a photo of him, looking around the room, then glanced at the docunts in his hand and nodded.
“Not bad, pretty comfortable.”
Qiao Yi let out a sigh of relief and ran off with a forced smile on her face.
Lu Yanchuan picked up his phone and looked at his reflection on the phone screen, thinking for the first ti that having a good-looking “shell” wasn’t so bad after all.
Hiding in the bathroom, Qiao Yi filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it.
She enlarged the photo of Lu Yanchuan she had just taken and gazed at it over and over.
How can this guy be so handso! Especially with those gold-rimd glasses, he’s like a devil in disguise!
She really wanted to gobble him up!
Not only was Qiao Yi drooling over his looks, but Feng Siyu was also bombarding her with ssages that were too risqué for Gu Ting to see.
The two infatuated admirers drooled over him for a while, and under the urging of a certain infatuated Feng, Qiao Yi decided to sneak another photo of the sophisticated rogue sprawled on the couch.
Wrapped in a large bath towel, Qiao Yi stealthily opened the bathroom door and found the perfect angle to snap countless shots with her cara’s shutter before quickly retreating to check the photos she had taken.
Indeed, a handso person looks good in any photo!
Qiao Yi couldn’t bear to delete any of the images. After sending two pictures to Feng Siyu, she planned to hold onto the rest for her own leisurely enjoynt.
“Do you like them?”
“They’re beautiful! So handso! He’s going to be the man of my dreams!”
“Uh…”
Qiao Yi stiffened, slowly lifting her gaze from her “dream man’s” chest all the way to his face.
Lu Yanchuan was sporting a hint of a smile, and that subtle curve made Qiao Yi feel like she was the butt of an endless joke.
He was mocking her, wasn’t he? Right? Right!
Qiao Yi was so embarrassed she nearly dug herself a Barbie Dreamhouse with her toes, and it was then that Lu Yanchuan finally spoke.
“If you like looking, then just look openly. You have every right to look at , why act like you’re sneaking around like a thief?”
Lu Yanchuan’s words suddenly made Qiao Yi realize sothing.
Right! She was Lu Yanchuan’s lawful wife! They were officially married!
With this thought, Qiao Yi lifted her head boldly and stared at Lu Yanchuan’s face without letting go, even feeling a strong urge to reach out and touch it.
Lu Yanchuan was amused by her infatuated little expression and reached out to pinch Qiao Yi’s chin, planting a kiss on her lips.
Qiao Yi’s entire body flushed, but she didn’t hide away, just looked at Lu Yanchuan with a silly expression.
As they had been so close, Qiao Yi’s bath towel had loosened and slipped down a bit, revealing a generous view of her chest.
A certain intense night flooded back into Lu Yanchuan’s mory, making his eyes turn red.
“Get so rest early.”
Lu Yanchuan tightened his hand that was hanging by his side but ended up letting it fall, walking past Qiao Yi and into the bathroom.
Qiao Yi cradled her flushed face and curled up on the bed, her heart racing uncontrollably, and just like that, she drifted off to sleep.
When Lu Yanchuan walked out of the bathroom with a chill about him, Qiao Yi was already snuggled under the covers, snoring softly.
Lu Yanchuan, both amused and exasperated, lay down beside Qiao Yi. Perhaps sensing a familiar presence, Qiao Yi released the covers from her embrace, turned over, and nestled into Lu Yanchuan’s arms.
“Dirty rascal…”
Just as Lu Yanchuan started to feel a bit of tender warmth, Qiao Yi’s murmured protest broke the mont. He frowned and pinched Qiao Yi’s cheek a few tis before lying down with her in his arms.
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