Chapter 369 - The Difference Between Hades And An Angel

“Mm. Yeah.” Yan Molun stood in front of her. Suddenly, his lips curled up. “I didn’t think that you would be so passionate.”

Duoyao blinked. I’m passionate?

When was I passionate?

Could it be that I didn’t pee in bed at all?

It was actually…

“Where are your clean bedsheets?” Yan Molun asked. “I’ll change them.”

“In the closet of the guest room next door,” Duoyao answered blankly.

Yan Molun walked out and Duoyao quickly looked for her clothes. Her clothes were all thrown on the chair at the side. She put them on piece by piece and felt very embarrassed and awkward especially when she saw the love bites on her body. She wished she could disappear into a crack on the floor.

She could roughly guess what happened but she didn’t dare to believe that her guess was true.

While she was putting on her clothes, Yan Molun suddenly walked in with a plain bedsheet. She instinctively covered her important areas with her clothes.

“What’s the use of covering it? I just saw everything.” Yan Molun smiled. He reached out to remove the blanket and very quickly, he pulled off the old bedsheets and put the new ones on, using his hands to smooth out the creases. He lay on the bed languidly and patted the space beside him. “It’s still early. Get some more sleep.”

“I… I’m going to take a shower.” Duoyao put on her clothes cautiously and walked into the bathroom. Her legs ached with every step she took.

When she was bathing, she could also detect something different from usual. After all, she had seen Hades once and had some sort of experience. Could it be that Yan Molun had sent her to Hades once again while she was drunk?

But she didn’t feel any deadly pain.

When she came out of the shower, it was much brighter outside but she was just very sleepy. She crawled silently into bed. Yan Molun, who had his eyes closed, turned around to pull her into his embrace.

Duoyao was still quite lost. She hesitated for a while before stuttering a question, “Did we… just… do that?”

“Mm.” Yan Molun made a nasal sound with his charming voice. “Didn’t you feel it?”

Duoyao secretly wanted to cry. “I didn’t feel anything.”

Yan Molun fell silent for a while before saying, “Even the sheets had to be changed.”

Duoyao: “….”

So… I really didn’t pee in bed?

How embarrassing. It’s too embarrassing.

She shrank deeper under the covers silently and asked with uncertainty once again, “Why… don’t I feel any pain? You didn’t…”

“Your body’s already adapted to me, so it didn’t hurt that much.” Yan Molun lowered his head and kissed her hair.

“Really?” Duoyao was still in disbelief. She hadn’t even seen Hades. “That’s impossible.”

“Impossible?” Yan Molun squinted. Her words could really make one’s thoughts run wild. “Then do you want to try it again…”

“Er… that won’t be necessary. I must’ve drunk too much and forgot about the pain.” Duoyao quickly waved her hands fearfully.

Yan Molun frowned even more. That was completely doubting his abilities.

He couldn’t allow her to continue having those doubts.

“I think it’s better if we try it again…”

“No need, I…” Duoyao wasn’t even done speaking when his hot lips blocked her mouth. She opened her eyes wide as her words became muffled. Her clothes, which she put on not long ago, were once again strewn all over the floor…

…

Before it was 8 am, Mr. Yan worked hard, using his big and sturdy body to show her that she was already used to his strength and also finally made her realize that he couldn’t only send her to see Hades but could also send her to heaven.

In fact, Duoyao had no idea what heaven was like. It wasn’t until the end when she felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her mind was blank and her breathing was rough, as though she was about to suffocate.

However, that suffocation came along with a deadly pleasure…

When she finally landed back on the bed, Duoyao felt limp, just as though she had been in a hot spring for the entire day. She felt an incredible, floating sensation.

How could this be?

Brother Molun’s ferocious arrow actually didn’t send her to Hades.

It was a magical and incredible feeling.

No wonder Changqing, that little vixen, was so passionate about being intimate with her Song Chuchu.

She rolled herself up in the blanket shyly and this little action was enough to drain her of all her energy.

If the first time made her weak from all the pain, this time felt as though a vixen had sucked up all her energy. She was so tired she couldn’t even open her eyes. She felt as though she was like a handkerchief that Yan Molun had used.

“Now do you believe me?” Yan Molun looked at her dazed appearance and smiled.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Ever since the first time he heard her say those things at the barbeque shop, he had been looking forward to this day to prove it to her.

This lass wasn’t easy to chase, but he did it. After he got her, he was troubled by how to pleasure her. Now, he had finally done it and she had also completely adapted to him. “Did you see Hades just now or did you see an angel?”

“Annoying.” Duoyao shrank under the blanket shyly but she felt it was wet again. She peeked her little head out uncomfortably. “We need to change the sheets again…”

Yan Molun hated changing the sheets, but his woman said they needed to, so he changed them diligently.

After the sheets were changed, Duoyao fell asleep from the exhaustion. Before she fell asleep, she mumbled groggily to Yan Molun, “If Xiling calls, just say I’m too tired. I had a drop too much yesterday and my head hurts. I’m resting for today.”

“Mm. Go to sleep quickly.” Yan Molun pulled the blanket up to cover her and watched with satisfaction as she slept soundly.

…

He cuddled her to sleep for a while and when he woke up, it was 10 am. He got up to wash the sheets and went to the supermarket nearby to get some snacks and groceries.

Duoyao slept until she woke up from hunger. She went straight downstairs without even brushing her teeth and saw Yan Molun finishing up with the last piece of steak as he carefully plated it with tomatoes and cucumber.

“Wow, don’t tell me you even got Wagyu beef?” Duoyao almost drooled when she saw the steak. Brother Molun cooked it so well.

Yan Molun looked at her in bewilderment. “I bought this at the supermarket.”

Duoyao pouted upon hearing that. “What? I thought it was Wagyu beef. Last year, Song Chuyi got Wagyu beef for Changqing several times. And sashimi. Changqing said it was delicious. You, on the other hand, got me beef from the supermarket.”

Yan Changqing didn’t look at her. He walked out to the dining room with the plate. “Then did Song Chuyi cook for Changqing every day? Did he wash her bedsheets? Also, isn’t Song Chuyi always away from home, making Changqing stay in her room alone?”

Duoyao was stumped. He did seem to make some sense.

Yan Molun set the cutlery and sat down. He began to cut the steak and started eating. “If you don’t want to eat it, I’ll help you finish it.”

Duoyao stared wide-eyed at him. “Yan Molun, you’re too much. I satisfied you in the morning and because of you, I got so tired that I’m weak all over. I merely complained a little, and instead of coaxing me, you even came up with all that to retort me. Oh, I know, did you think that just because you proved that you could send me to heaven, you think you’re very impressive? Didn’t you just want to prove this point right from the start when you got together with me?”

Yan Molun looked up helplessly. “If I really thought that way, I would’ve left early in the morning when I woke up. Would I still be making steak for you here? I just thought that maybe you could learn the good things from Changqing and not learn all the bad things. If you really want to criticize me, then ask yourself—how many days have you not kept me company recently?”

Now that he said that, Duoyao was suddenly stumped for words. After a long while, she finally sat in a chair and muttered, “Haven’t I just been too busy recently? The studio’s just started its operations and I don’t know a lot of things which I have to figure out on my own. You have no idea how much pressure I’m under.”

As she said that, she pulled over the plate at the side and finished the steak.

Yan Molun was angry but found it funny at the same time. He said, “Tell me, how much pressure are you under? I heard there are too many scripts offered to you and they’re all very good. You also have various kinds of commercials quoting you sky-high prices. Tell me, what pressure are you under?”

“In any case, I’m under pressure.” Duoyao couldn’t out-talk him. She pouted. “The company arranged everything for me in the past. This time, it’s different. I only signed a contract with Shang Wei for an independent studio, which means I’m the boss of the studio. I have to set the rules and train the people under me. That takes a lot of brain juice.”

Yan Molun ignored her completely and continued, “I think you haven’t kept me company for almost half a month.”

Duoyao finally hung her head low. “I didn’t do it on purpose. Although I don’t spend a lot of time with you, you have to believe that my heart is with you every minute and every second.”

“Yeah, your heart is with me.” Yan Molun scoffed. “Even when you’re drunk, you’re thinking of your career and taking over the entire industry.”

Duoyao was embarrassed once again. Her head was hanging so low in shame that it almost reached her plate. “I’m an actress—I have to work in various places on the outside. You should’ve thought about this when you approached me then.”

Yan Molun looked at her angrily and suddenly said, “If I happen to be free when you have to go to work, take me along. Just say I’m your bodyguard. You don’t have a bodyguard anyway, right?”

“Huh?” Duoyao raised her head in disbelief. “You as my bodyguard?”