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Chapter 359: White Handkerchief
After hearing Xiao Yun's question, An Yiran's face turned even redder.
She gave Xiao Yun a flirtatious glance and softly said, "As long as you are sincere with me, what I say is certainly true!"
An Yiran's words made Xiao Yun's heart race unexpectedly, a wave of heat coursing through him, as if his blood was about to boil.
Could this really be true?
Xiao Yun felt as if he were dreaming.
"Sister Yiran, you..." Xiao Yun felt restless, yet he seemed somewhat skeptical.
He even doubted whether his ears had malfunctioned just now.
An Yiran had always been very composed, and although Xiao Yun had developed feelings for her multiple times, she had always kept a distance in that regard.
Why was she suddenly proposing to give herself to him?
An Yiran understood Xiao Yun's thoughts and became even more bashful, her face flushed. She flashed a flirtatious look at Xiao Yun and playfully laughed, "What’s wrong? Do you think your sister is getting old?"
"Not at all," Xiao Yun gulped nervously, his words somewhat dry. "Sister is so beautiful; I dream about you all the time!"
An Yiran gave him another flirtatious glance and asked with a playful smile, "What do you dream about?"
"I dream of being with you..."
"Being with me doing what?"
An Yiran's face resembled a peach blossom as she giggled and pressed on with her questions.
Uh,
What happened to this fairy tonight?
Xiao Yun felt dry-mouthed and was swallowing nervously, unsure of what to say.
In front of An Yiran, he felt no reservations unlike with other women. After all, she was the woman his grandfather valued the most in his lifetime. He was afraid that if he hurt her in any way, he would not only let her down but also betray his grandfather who had passed away.
"Sister Yiran..."
"Hold me, Xiao Yun, carry me into your room!" An Yiran suddenly leaned into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, pouting like a little girl trying to be cute.
Her tone was playful yet carried an irresistible allure.
Every man would succumb to a woman's Pomegranate Skirt under such temptation.
This kind of playful seduction had a particularly strong impact on men.
It was likely that no one would expect this usually cold-faced woman to have such a charming and soul-stirring side.
An Yiran's cool demeanor was different from Ouyang Bing's dominance and Cold as Ice's fierceness; her coolness was a form of self-protection and also carried a sense of superiority over the world.
Only in front of her beloved would this coolness fade away, replaced by a friendly and charming smile.
Her smile thus became exceptionally captivating.
And in front of Xiao Yun, her smile clearly exuded the charm and sweetness of a little woman.
Xiao Yun obediently picked up An Yiran and walked into his bedroom.
"Don't look at me, turn around!"
Xiao Yun had just placed An Yiran on the bed when she suddenly issued him another command.
Sighing helplessly, Xiao Yun thought to himself, you’re about to give yourself to me, what is there that I cannot see?
He had no choice but to turn away.
An Yiran, disregarding everything else, began to remove her clothing. Her hands trembled continuously; however, her face flushed a delicate red from shyness, resembling the vibrant dawn of a new day, filled with an enchanting allure.
But she forgot that on the table opposite Xiao Yun lay a small mirror, through which he could see her captivating figure in full view.
As he admired the spring-like beauty reflected in the mirror, he listened to the soft rustling sound of her undressing behind him, akin to celestial music.
Outside the window, the moonlight caressed the city. She slowly crawled toward the bed.
Then Xiao Yun heard a sultry voice say, “Fool, turn around!”
Only then did he realize that An Yiran had curled up under the blanket, with the cover pulled over her head and a strand of disheveled Azure Silks cascading onto the pillow.
Uh, Xiao Yun felt as if he were in a dream.
“Sister, can I come onto the bed?” he asked, surprisingly uttering such a foolish question.
“Mm!” An Yiran nodded her head from beneath the blanket.
“Thank you, Sister! I really appreciate it!”
Damn, this kid’s words were as sweet as honey.
And it was precisely because of his words that An Yiran nearly fainted from embarrassment.
Was there really a need for thanks in such matters?
After a while...
The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.
However, An Yiran seemed to carry a hint of coolness about her, as if she had just wandered through a sea of flowers. Every part of her was still tinged with fragments of fragrance.
An Yiran took her clothes and quickly put them on. Xiao Yun asked in surprise, "Sister, why aren't you sleeping here?"
"Uh, I think I'll go back to my own room to avoid being discovered by Nie Xiaoqian tomorrow. It would be embarrassing!" An Yiran said softly, her face flushed.
"It's okay, sister. Nie Xiaoqian is not an outsider!" As he spoke, he reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, trying to push her onto the bed.
An Yiran struggled and playfully scolded, "No way! I've already given you enough; don't be too greedy!"
With that, she shook off his hand and jumped aside.
Xiao Yun dared not force her any further. In front of An Yiran, he always maintained a sense of respect for her.
Once she was dressed, she took out a clean white handkerchief from her bag and gently wiped away the fallen petal-like red mark on the bed. Then she carefully folded the handkerchief and handed it to Xiao Yun, blushing as she said, "Xiao Yun, when you arrive in Beijing, please visit my aunt first and give her this handkerchief!"
Uh,
Xiao Yun was momentarily stunned.
To give this handkerchief, stained with her maidenly blush, to her aunt?
"This..." Xiao Yun took the handkerchief, feeling somewhat at a loss.
An Yiran coaxed him like a child, saying, "Xiao Yun, please listen to your sister and do as I instructed. I promise it will be fine."
"Sister, can you tell me what this means?" Xiao Yun asked.
An Yiran shyly lowered her head and said, "If my aunt sees this handkerchief, she will know that I belong to you. If you encounter any difficulties in Beijing, she will definitely help you!"
This...
Xiao Yun suddenly understood why An Yiran had given him her first time tonight.
She was worried that he might run into trouble because of Feng Wushuang when he got to the capital.
An Yiran couldn't follow him to Beijing due to company matters, so she used this method to ensure that her aunt could help him if he ever found himself in a difficult situation.
If she told her aunt over the phone that she belonged to Xiao Yun, her aunt might not believe it. Only by seeing this handkerchief stained with her blood could she be convinced that she was his.
Xiao Yun felt a warmth in his heart; An Yiran's good intentions made him feel somewhat embarrassed.
But the problem was—
"Sister Yiran, why would your aunt believe that the bright red on this handkerchief is yours and not someone else's?" Xiao Yun hesitated to ask.
An Yiran's face turned crimson as she replied, "Others certainly wouldn't be able to tell, but my aunt can see it, and she can tell it's from me and you... Alright, stop asking questions, you big bad guy. Just listen!"
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