"Sexy Love (Subtle Clitoris)" - Chapter 17: Don't Come Closer

Qing Yi'an stood there, descending like a god; that was the feeling Qing Ning had upon his appearance.
He is inviolable, arrogant and haughty. He looks down on you, despises you, yet pities you.
Lan Huan quickly stood up and stood in front of Qing Ning, wrapping Qing Ning's body with the bath towel. Then she looked at Qing Yi'an and said calmly, "Mr. Qing, why didn't you knock before entering?"
The implication is, "You've bothered us, didn't you know?"
Qing Yi'an continued walking forward without any hesitation, meeting Lan Huan's gaze, and said slowly and deliberately, "Do I need to knock to enter Qing Ning's room? What are you doing here?"
The scariest time for Qing Yi'an isn't when he has a dark face, but when he's all smiles and beaming at you, because you never know what he'll do next.
Lan Huan was puzzled, as were the brothers, all of them. They were also suspicious of Qing Yi'an and Qing Ning, this father and daughter pair. Take what had just happened, for example. Even if she was their own daughter, she was old enough to be somewhat discreet. How could they just walk in without knocking? And how could they not be at all concerned when they saw their daughter was naked?
Despite a thousand questions in his mind, he smiled and looked at Qing Yi'an, reaching out to pull Qing Ning into his arms. "I've come to see my future..."
"Lan Huan!" Qing Ning interrupted sharply. She knew what he was going to say next: fiancée.
Qing Yi'an turned to look at Qing Ning, "Are you getting anxious?"
Qingning lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping the bath towel in front of her chest. Her teeth were chattering. What was she afraid of? This was unlike the Qingning who had acted recklessly before.
"Are you cold?" Lan Huan hugged her tighter, feeling the warmth emanating from her icy skin.
"Come here," Qing Yi'an said to Qing Ning, his two words resounding.
Qing Ning was about to step back when Lan Huan supported her waist and turned to Qing Yi'an, saying, "Mr. Qing, I want to marry..."
"Lan Huan!" Qing Ning interrupted him louder, signaling him not to continue.
Lan Huan's mouth was half open, but she couldn't say or swallow the rest of her sentence.
"Ning'er, come here," Qing Yi'an repeated.
Qing Ning stood still and pushed Lan Huan away, saying, "I'm tired, you should go back first."
Lan Huan was startled again. "You're not going to back out, are you?"
Qingning countered with a question, "Do you believe me or not?"
"Then I'll go say goodbye to the old man and come back tomorrow." Lan Huan had no choice but to leave.
Marrying Qing Ning will definitely be difficult. Lan Huan originally thought that the biggest difficulty was Qing Ning's attitude, but now it seems that the biggest difficulty is Qing Yi'an. What is the mentality of this man?
Lan Huan, that clever monkey, could uncover something from the slightest clue. After much thought, he came to only one conclusion: Qing Ning didn't have a mother, and Qing Yi'an doted on her daughter too much.
Aside from that, he didn't want to think about anything else. He should think about what to do next. Lan Huan had to admit that his initial decision to marry Qing Ning was just a momentary impulse, but now, the thought of Qing Ning made him feel hot all over. Was he really like Gu Ximing? Was he also driven by lust?
Qing Yi'an closed the door, the wooden door creaking with a long, deep sound, carrying a hint of wood fragrance.
For a moment, Qingning felt utterly hopeless. She suddenly didn't know what to say to this man or how to interact with him.
Qing Yi'an didn't say much. He sat down on the sofa, looking at Qing Ning who was lost in thought. His fingers flickered as he lit his lighter, the lighter clicking away. He rarely smoked anymore, and even less often in front of Qing Ning. He tried several times, but without success.
"Let me do it." Qingning walked over, took his cigarette and lighter, put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with the lighter, took a deep drag, and the cigarette slowly burned.
"Here you go." Qing Ning put the cigarette to Qing Yi'an's lips, squatted down in front of him, and lowered her head once again.
"Aren't you afraid of me anymore?" Qing Yi'an asked, pinching her chin.
Qingning raised her eyes and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm afraid."
Qing Yi'an frowned slightly. "Ning'er, have you learned to be so straightforward? I miss the days when you beat around the bush with me."
Qing Ning frowned immediately afterward, "What are you trying to say?"
Qing Yi'an said, word by word, "Come home with me."
Qingning's brows furrowed into a deep frown. She shook her head. "I want to stay here. I don't want to go back with you."
Qing Yi'an placed her fingers on her brow and slowly smoothed it out. "Don't you want to be alone with me? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid I might do something else to you?"
Qingning closed her eyes, her body beginning to resist him. Any contact with him reminded her of that night, and she could no longer play around with him as if nothing had happened. Qingning thought about many things—their relationship, her future. Being with Lan Huan meant at least she could escape Qing Yi'an, right? Even if she didn't love Lan Huan, as long as he could help her escape, that would be enough.
Qing Ning even considered that even if this person wasn't Lan Huan, but just anyone, as long as they said, "I'll marry you," Qing Ning would go with them. She desperately wanted to leave Qing Yi'an right now, a feeling even stronger than it had been seven or eight years ago.
She opened her eyes again, seemingly reaffirming some of her convictions, and asked in return, "Is it not allowed?"
"I see." Qing Yi'an nodded thoughtfully, then smiled slightly. "Since you don't want to go back, then I'll have to move here. I'll have someone move our luggage over tomorrow."
"What do you mean?!" Qing Ning was shocked. She had never expected that Qing Yi'an could still laugh and give her such an answer.
“Don’t you understand? Your next-door apartment is empty. I’ll move in and rent out our house. We’ll use the money to give you as your dowry.” Qing Yi’an patted Qing Ning’s cheek and, after successfully seeing her astonished expression, said, “What’s it like to be naked? Come on, let me dress you.”
As he spoke, he stood up and went to the wardrobe to find Qingning's clothes.
Although they didn't come back here often, they never lacked anything; the wardrobe was still full, mostly clothes that Qing Yi'an had bought for Qing Ning before. He casually picked out a set of clothes, brand new from head to toe. Then he returned to Qing Ning, staring at her, and said, "You threw away the bath towel, didn't you?"
Qingning reached out to take his clothes, but found that he didn't give her any offer at all.
"Take it off!" he commanded.
Qing Ning glared at him, stunned and motionless.
"Do you need my help?!" he said, already pulling at Qingning's bath towel.
She clung tightly to the cloth covering her, backing away repeatedly, but he pressed closer. When he finally removed the covering from her, Qingning couldn't hold back any longer, tears streaming down her face. "Qing Yi'an, you bastard!"

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