The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 225: That’s Because Nannan Smells So Good

Jiang Nanshu spoke sincerely, reflecting his image in her beautiful apricot eyes.

Lu Qingyan listened carefully. Amidst his confusion, he couldn’t hear Jiang Nanshu’s heartbeat; her serious expression almost caused him to succumb.

He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, then looked at her calmly again.

Her dark, slightly curly hair wafted a faint floral scent, feeling like feathers as they brushed across his cheek, bringing a tickling sensation.

He let her sit, the hem of her white bathrobe spreading open, revealing an endless allure.

Lu Qingyan shifted his gaze, hooking her hair with his finger, "Before we become a family, we need to get a marriage certificate. Shall we find some time to get it?"

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"Ah?"

[Big brother, you should kiss me back, the atmosphere I’ve created has led to this, and now you’re suddenly talking about marriage. If I don’t agree, wouldn’t that make me look like a terrible woman?]

Lu Qingyan’s straightforward gaze fell upon her as his hand playing with her hair moved up to her smooth, delicate thigh.

"Um?"

"..."

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t continue to be ambiguous; she only wanted to tease but didn’t think of throwing her own marriage into jeopardy.

"Isn’t it a bit rushed..."

Due to nervousness, she didn’t even notice Lu Qingyan’s hand kneading her skin.

Lu Qingyan embraced her waist and sat up.

In an instinctive search for balance, her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs encircling his midsection as she sat on his laps.

Jiang Nanshu’s body stiffened.

She even felt his vigorous vitality!

Ready to pounce.

Jiang Nanshu dared not move, her head buried in Lu Qingyan’s chest.

His warm breath wafted beside her ear, "Just kidding, did I scare you?"

A tingling sensation at the root of her ear made Jiang Nanshu involuntarily pull away slightly, defiantly saying, "I was just thinking about which dress I should wear when we get married..."

Lu Qingyan let out a light laugh, his deep, dark eyes softening as his thin lips gently captured her small, glossy earlobe, his voice muffled, "You’d better wait. I’m not even 21 until next month; we have to wait another year."

Jiang Nanshu’s apricot eyes slightly opened, the tingling sensation at her earlobe made her involuntarily shiver, longing to escape the atmosphere.

But his strong arms wrapped around her waist, preventing her from moving an inch.

He kissed down her neck, and Jiang Nanshu squirmed uncomfortably, feeling soft and numb. A blush crept over her fair cheeks as she pushed against his chest. With her struggle, the bathrobe slid from her shoulder, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulder.

Lu Qingyan planted a gentle bite on her shoulder, and Jiang Nanshu froze, hissing softly in annoyance, "Are you a dog? Why do you bite people!"

The mark he left on her fair skin was glaring and obvious.

Seeing that the young lady was in genuine pain, he lowered his head and kissed the shallow red mark lightly, "It’s because Nannan is too tempting."

"..."

"I’m uncomfortable; let me go first," Jiang Nanshu negotiated with him.

His hold tightened, voice growing huskier, "I’m uncomfortable, too. Can you help me?"

Jiang Nanshu’s brow twitched, glancing down.

[Are online stories going to reflect reality now? Can we...no, no! I’m still a baby.]

Jiang Nanshu shook her head, her eyes watery as she looked at him, "Brother Qingyan, you can’t."

Lu Qingyan couldn’t help but laugh, his voice indistinguishable with emotion, "Then you still dare to seduce me, really thinking I’m a saint who won’t be tempted?"

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[It’s all the fault of those random things I read online.]

She bowed her head, like a soft, innocent rabbit, her eyes rimmed red, "But I’m scared it will hurt."

Finally, Lu Qingyan reached out to gather the slipped bathrobe, his tone extraordinarily serious, "There will not be a next time, Nannan. If this happens again, don’t think about getting away unscathed."

Lu Qingyan released her.

Until the sound of the trickling water from the bathroom filtered through, Jiang Nanshu snapped back to reality.

She quickly tied a dead knot in the belt of her bathrobe and then lethargically crawled under the covers.

It seemed like she was caught in a vicious cycle; she wanted to etch herself into Lu Qingyan’s memory, to the point where he couldn’t forget her—so that when she dumped him, or even betrayed him, he would feel the pain, would hate her to the bone. Yet she wasn’t prepared to sacrifice herself. If that day ever came, it would be when she was making a desperate gamble.

She turned onto her side, staring blankly at the glazed lamp on the bedside table.

Throughout her life, the only person she had ever liked was Zhou Yanxu.

Even with a fourteen-year gap between them, she had liked him.

And just as much as she loved him, she hated him when he died.

He made her unable to forget; even in death, he didn’t set her free.

Death wasn’t the end; forgetting was.

It had been years since she last thought of him. In this world, she found herself thinking of him more, but she had forgotten his face. She only remembered how his every word and action were gentle to the core, how kind he was to everyone—from family relatives, housekeepers, and servants, to stray cats and dogs. He couldn’t bear the suffering of living beings, a tender-hearted man.

And she was just one of the many he had casually saved.

The sound of the bathroom door opening reached her ears.

Jiang Nanshu quickly closed her eyes.

Lu Qingyan came to bed carrying a chill, and absentmindedly switched off the room’s light.

He snuggled into the covers, and only after warming himself up did he reach out to wrap an arm around Jiang Nanshu’s waist, pressing his chest to her warm back.

He was quite presumptuous, whereas Jiang Nanshu’s pretending-to-sleep skills were top-notch, certainly not giving away that she was awake.

[First time sleeping with a man!]

[Better fall asleep quickly, my arm is getting sore from holding this position.]

It wasn’t until the sound of prolonged breathing reached her ears that she knew.

Lu Qingyan, probably exhausted, fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Jiang Nanshu carefully shifted, trying to remove his hand without waking him, fearful of igniting a fire if she did, and with her being so young, just a year into university and then to wind up pregnant.

Just the thought of it...

made Jiang Nanshu feel like it would be explosive.

She had heard that universities even encouraged enrolled students to get married and have children.

She straightened her body, only relaxing when she noticed the person beside her made no movement.

She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but within minutes she’d drifted off to dreamland.

In the morning, she woke up in Lu Qingyan’s arms.

His chin lightly rested on her fuzzy head, while Jiang Nanshu’s arms encircled his waist—both were inextricably close.

She sobered up immediately.

Because she’d just woken up, her body felt soft and pliable, and Lu Qingyan was shirtless,

having come in haste the day before without bringing any change of clothes, and only wrapped in a towel so as not to expose too much.

Upon seeing Jiang Nanshu awake, he let go of her and getting out of bed, walked towards the door.

He opened the door and in less than two seconds, closed it again.

Jiang Nanshu, clutching the blanket, sat up on the bed.

Seeing that Lu Qingyan had a gift bag in his hand,

inside was a clean, new shirt.

With his back to Jiang Nanshu, from his rippling muscular back to his finely contoured lower back and across his perfectly curved buttocks,

his entire figure appeared as though a splendidly crafted work of art, flawless in every way.

[Ah, seems like spending the night with him isn’t a loss, no no, must maintain my integrity.]

In the corner of Lu Qingyan’s eye was her.

He saw her face, which was filled with longing and conflict.

He gently curved his lips into a smile.