Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare-Chapter 615 - 634: An Nan Becomes a Tasty Little Bun
Unable to resist, An Nan’s heart began to wail: "Oh no, oh no, this is not a good habit. If the man gets busy later, I’m doomed."
"Ah!" With a gentle sigh, An Nan resignedly got out of bed. Without someone’s warm embrace, she found herself truly unable to sleep.
After freshening up in the bathroom, she walked out of the room and stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor. An Nan saw a harmonious scene in the living room: her dear wife next to the person she respected most, Aunt Fu. Uncle Liang was nowhere to be seen; perhaps he was busy with something else. Aunt Fu held a photo album in her arms while talking to the person beside her, and her handsome wife had a captivating smile at the corner of her lips.
As the alluring smile appeared in his sight, An Nan found herself involuntarily dazzled.
Immediately, she pursed her lips in disdain: "An Nan, you are really spineless, to be so easily tempted by that man. If he finds out, he will certainly be beyond proud."
To prevent the other person from getting overly confident, An Nan quickly shifted her gaze and carefully walked towards downstairs, taking light steps so she could stealthily see what the two people were looking at.
Step by step, she got closer and closer. When An Nan reached just a step away from the back of the sofa, she quietly leaned her head between the two. When her eyes caught sight of the album in their hands, she could no longer manage a smile.
"Aunt Fu, how can you show him this?" The photo was of her nude childhood photos, which was unacceptable even though she was just a child. An Nan’s voice was filled with obvious annoyance and embarrassment.
After she spoke, she reached out to snatch the album, but Lin Mubai easily dodged her move.
"Give it to me." An Nan glared at him.
"No."
Fu Runzhi had wisely left the living room long ago, leaving the couple with a sweet space.
"Lin Mubai." An Nan shouted in anger, her voice carrying a hint of warning.
The other person did not panic. Instead, right in front of An Nan, he continued flipping through the previous pages and sincerely commented: "I think these were taken very well, so fair and cute." Just like a delectable little bun, he really wanted to take a bite.
Thinking about this, Lin Mubai’s fair fingertips naturally caressed the white little figure in the photo, his eyes flashing with intense emotions.
Beside him, An Nan watched his actions, her whole body involuntarily heating up. She thought of how those fair fingertips felt on her, and she couldn’t help but gaze fixedly at the fair fingertips, an unusual look that even the man, with his head lowered staring at the photos, felt it.
Lin Mubai slightly lifted his head and saw his wife’s flushed face and strange eyes. In an instant, he understood, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious light. He raised the album a bit so that his wife could see more clearly, then his fingers began to meticulously caress the white little figure in the photo, lingering and gently, as if touching a rare treasure.
