Chapter 102: Is the Classic Plot of Wealthy Family Novels Finally Arriving

After taking a shower, An Ling lay under the covers, holding her phone and quietly sending a message to Jiang Mai.

[I feel like Shen Linyan might have figured out I have face blindness.]

Jiang Mai: [Didn't you tell him that ages ago?]

An Ling: [I told him before that I only get face blindness after drinking.]

Jiang Mai: [So what was his reaction? Though I'm guessing Shen Linyan probably doesn't care about your condition.]

An Ling: [He didn't say anything and acted just like normal. The main problem is that I lied to him.]

Although she hoped Shen Linyan hadn't noticed so she could be the first to confess and admit her mistake, Shen Linyan was so smart that he had definitely caught on.

An Ling: [I'll wait until Shen Linyan gets out of the shower to talk about it. If worse comes to worst, I'll bring it up first.]

Jiang Mai on the other end fell silent for a minute.

[...Wait a second, are you guys sleeping together?]

An Ling was a bit confused: [Yeah, why?]

Jiang Mai: [Is the classic wealthy family romance novel plot finally happening?]

Seeing this message, An Ling froze. When she finally realized what Jiang Mai meant, her face flushed bright red.

She had been so worried about the face blindness thing that she hadn't even had the mind to think about that.

The pattering sound of water from the bathroom had stopped at some point.

Feeling the blanket being lifted, An Ling subconsciously locked her phone screen.

She kept her back to him, stiffly waiting for a few minutes, but he didn't say a word. Finally unable to hold back, she turned around, her eyes meeting the gaze of the man who was sitting on the bed looking over some documents.

The woman lay on the bed, half her face buried in the covers. Her messy, jet-black hair was scattered across the pillow, revealing a pair of moist, clear almond eyes. Her makeup-free face looked even more alluring.

Shen Linyan's eyes darkened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. His fingertips brushed against her hair as he softened his voice, "Sleepy? Do you want me to turn off the light so we can sleep?"

An Ling thought for a moment, then nodded.

Click.

In the pitch-black room, the only sound left was the rustling of fabric rubbing together.

The mattress dipped beside her. An Ling caught the faint scent of cedar from the man—crisp, clean, and deep, bringing her an inexplicable sense of security.

While she was still lost in thought, her hand was suddenly touched lightly.

An Ling's eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't pull away.

Sensing her tacit consent, beneath the covers, the man's long fingers slowly intertwined with hers, his fingertips gently grazing her palm.

"Darling, I want to hold you."

In the dark room, the man's gentle, deep request was impossible to resist.

An Ling's face flushed slightly. She didn't speak, but gently pulled her hand back.

Then, she slowly shifted her body.

She reached out, but before she could embrace him, her waist was suddenly grabbed, and she was instantly pulled into a searingly hot embrace.

Shen Linyan lowered his head. In the darkness, his tall nose gently brushed against the woman's cheek. His breath fanned across her skin, sending a shiver through her.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, then parted his lips to gently take her lower lip, tenderly sucking and biting. His voice was husky, "Such a good girl."

The woman's waist was slender and soft. A sweet fragrance emanated from her neck, mixing with the familiar scent of body wash. In the confined space, the scents intertwined and tangled together.

Shen Linyan's arm tightened slightly around her. His breathing unconsciously slowed as his nose gently nuzzled her, moving down inch by inch.

In the quiet room, only the soft, wet sounds of kissing could be heard.

Unable to see, her senses became all the more acute.

The man's soft hair brushed against her chin, bringing a slight tickle.

An Ling tilted her head back, letting out small pants, feeling his hot, thin lips plant kiss after kiss on her neck.

She noticed that Shen Linyan really liked kissing her neck.

Long fingers slipped under her pajamas. The man's fingertips were warm, bearing a thin layer of calluses, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her waist.

A strange, tingling numbness crawled up her spine. A misty haze gathered in An Ling's eyes, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the end of the note soft and enchanting.

In an instant, Shen Linyan's eyes darkened and his breathing grew heavy. He rolled over, hovering above her, and lowered his head to accurately capture her lips.

His tongue easily pried past her teeth. Unlike his usual gentle kisses, his movements now carried a sense of urgent plundering.

His burning breath almost made An Ling tremble. She was forced to open her mouth.

In the silent night, the cold wind outside was piercing, but inside the pitch-black room, it was filled with a warm, romantic atmosphere. The man's heavy panting echoed in her ears, brimming with an indescribable intimacy.

Taking advantage of a moment when he was kissing her cheek, An Ling wrapped her arms around his neck. Panting, she mumbled softly, "Did you find out?"

"Hmm?"

The man's voice was sexy, carrying a hint of hoarseness in the dark. He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her again. "Find out what?"

Sensing his breath drawing near, An Ling turned her head, so the kiss landed on her cheek. She whispered timidly, "About that... my face blindness."

Shen Linyan lowered his eyes, kissed her face, and casually replied, "Mhm."

An Ling didn't catch his absent-mindedness. She turned her head, took the initiative to kiss him, and blinked. "I didn't mean to lie to you. Are you not mad anymore?"

With her being so proactive, even if Shen Linyan had been angry, it should have faded by now.

In the darkness, An Ling couldn't see his expression, but she heard a soft chuckle rumble from his throat.

He lifted himself slightly and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

A dim, yellowish light illuminated the room. The woman lay on the bed, the collar of her pajamas in disarray. Her fair skin was bathed in a golden halo, and her scattered hair barely covered the marks underneath.

Her face was flushed, her beautiful eyes clouded with mist as she stared at him in confusion.

Shen Linyan's Adam's apple bobbed. "You want me not to be mad?"

He slowly leaned down, his lips brushing against hers as he gave them a light bite. The man raised his eyes to look at her. His handsome face was contoured with desire under the lamplight, and the breath he exhaled carried a husky laugh.

"Darling, then let's do it with the lights on."

An Ling's face instantly exploded into a bright red.

A few seconds later, blushing furiously, she silently wrapped her arms around his neck.

The dark night deepened, and the temperature in the room soared.

The woman on the bed turned her head, trembling and panting. Her eyes were teary, and her broken moans trembled out of tune.

"Slower..."

Burning desire ignited the air.

An Ling let out a muffled groan, her trembling hands tightly gripping the bedsheets beneath her.

The man's warm palm covered hers, his long fingers sliding between hers until they were slowly interlaced.

He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and said with a slow smile: "Actually, I was never mad."

An Ling was momentarily stunned.

When she realized what he meant, a deep scarlet flush spread from her face all the way down to her neck. Panting, she turned her head and bit down hard on his shoulder.

The man let out a soft grunt, gripped her waist, and chuckled softly. "My mistake, darling."

...

After coming out of the bathroom a second time, An Ling lay on her stomach against the pillow, her cheeks flushed.

The man pressed against her from behind, his cool scent mixed with the damp heat of the shower. She closed her eyes, feeling drowsy.

Shen Linyan pulled her into his arms and called out softly, "Darling."

The woman responded groggily: "Hmm?"

He lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently brushing her hair aside. "Has anyone else ever noticed your face blindness before?"

An Ling fell silent for a few seconds, then gave a slight nod.

She tilted her head to the side, resting with her eyes closed, her voice a bit hoarse. "A very annoying person found out..."

She paused, then suddenly opened her eyes. Grabbing the man's wrist, she pursed her lips and said in a small voice.

"Shen Linyan, even though I can't recognize faces, I know who you are. You... you don't have to worry about me mistaking someone else for you. If someone comes to you and says anything, you have to remember to tell me."

Xu Huoqing knew about Shen Linyan's bankruptcy, so there was no telling if he would intentionally come looking for trouble.

The man's eyes curved into a gentle smile as he stroked her cheek.

"I know. Go to sleep, my dear."