So You’re Such A Doctor Song-Chapter 351 - She Simply Couldn’t Accept Such A Perverted Side Of Hers
Chapter 351: She Simply Couldn’t Accept Such A Perverted Side Of Hers
Duoyao was stunned. She should be the one cooking by right, but the thought of preparing dinner gave her a headache. “Er… about that… I just came back from out of town and haven’t had a good rest… I’m so tired.”
Yan Molun knocked her head. “Lazy. Forget it; I’ll prepare it since my girlfriend is the apple of my eye.”
Apple of his eye…
Duoyao felt like she was almost going to float away. She asked softly as she blushed: “Am I really the apple of your eye?”
Yan Molun swept her a glance and ignored her, going straight into the kitchen. Not only did he bring vegetables, but he even brought fruit.
Of course, the fruit was left in the charge of Duoyao. Women must be pampered but couldn’t be too pampered.
After Duoyao washed the fruit, she went upstairs to put her shirt on correctly and came down again. She ate a pear while she leaned against the kitchen door, watching Yan Molun cut the vegetables. The carrot was sliced thinly by him. “Did you cook for your ex-girlfriends too?”
Although this question might make one unhappy, a woman would always be filled with curiosity when it came to a man’s exes.
“Then did you cook for your ex-boyfriend?” Yan Molun continued cutting the vegetables as he asked, not even lifting his head up. “Don’t tell me I’m your first love.”
Of course Duoyao couldn’t say he was her first love. She had once publicly said in an interview that her first love was during university. “I was in a relationship in university but we broke up after a few months.”
“A few months?” Yan Molun wasn’t satisfied with this answer. He didn’t think it had lasted so long.
“But we were both studying in the film academy, so we were both busy and meet-ups were rare. We only held hands. That’s all,” Duoyao explained quickly. She even glared at him with a pout. “I’m purer than you.”
Yan Molun could only pretend to be calm and continue cutting the vegetables. He couldn’t understand why women could always talk about the past.
“Why are you silent? Do you have a guilty conscience?” Duoyao didn’t know why but when she saw him like that, she felt her anger rising.
She didn’t use to be like this, but seeing a person acting nicer to you, you would become more unreasonable as a human.
“It’s my first time cooking so seriously for a woman.” Yan Molun lifted his head helplessly and looked at her. “I still want to know—does this mean your first love works in the entertainment industry too?”
Duoyao stuttered and nodded. “But he does his thing and I do mine. We have basically no contact anymore.”
Yan Molun squinted. “Who is he?”
“Aiya, you don’t need to know who. I’m going to watch TV programs.” Duoyao escaped quickly and didn’t bother to ask about his ex-girlfriend anymore.
Yan Molun looked at her scurrying away and found it funny and infuriating at the same time. It didn’t matter if she didn’t tell him. Social media was so advanced right now. He would be able to find out with some simple searching.
…
Yan Molun made some homecooked food for dinner. After eating many sumptuous meals in hotels the past few days, Duoyao found his homecooked food pretty delicious. Besides, the lucky thing was that she had lost a lot of weight from the Tibet trip, so there was no need for her to lose weight. She could eat as much as she wanted to.
After dinner, Duoyao received a call from Sister Shuang, saying that she would be meeting Director Xi Bolai to discuss his new movie in the morning. Many top actresses had fought for a chance to star in this film, so Sister Shuang must’ve put in a lot of effort to arrange this meeting.
Yan Molun saw her hanging up and walked over, putting his arms around her waist. “Didn’t you say tomorrow’s your rest day? Yet you’re going to work again?”
“It was a last-minute arrangement by the company.” Duoyao turned her head back apologetically. Seeing the unhappiness in his eyes made her feel uneasy. Back in Tibet, the two of them were together every day and they didn’t have any conflicts, but upon returning to Northern City, there were more things they had to face. Actually, she sometimes worried that the two of them might just break up halfway through. “I’m sorry…”
Yan Molun stared at her for a while and said, “If you agree to let me stay over tonight, I’ll forgive you.”
“Stay… stay over?” Duoyao stared wide-eyed at him. She simply couldn’t imagine what would happen between the two of them if he were to stay over tonight. Upon thinking of that image, her face blushed so hard that it felt like smoke was about to come out from her head. “Er… er… I’m not mentally prepared yet.”
“It’s just purely sleeping. I won’t touch you,” Yan Molun said with a smile. “There should always be some progression between two people, right? Just get used to sleeping in the same bed with me first.”
Sleeping in the same bed with him…
Duoyao simply couldn’t imagine that image. She had never slept with a man before.
Also, she looked horrible when she slept. Would she scare him off? “But… but I’m not used to sleeping with someone else.”
“That’s why you have to get used to it. We’ll have to get married one day. Won’t we have to sleep in the same bed when we get married?” Yan Molun kissed her cheek gently. His voice sounded even deeper and hoarser. “Think about it—we haven’t seen each other for days now. How long will we be separated next time? Every time we meet up, we just have a meal together and watch TV programs then I head home. That’s barely two to three hours; that’s not enough. If I can sleep with you at night, I can still look at you.”
He sounded so pitiful…
Duoyao’s heart softened. However, thinking about the image of them sleeping together… How bashful.
What to do? What to do? She would definitely lose her sleep.
“If that won’t do, then I’ll sleep in the guest room. Is that alright?” Yan Molun sighed softly.
“… Alright.” Duoyao felt that if she still didn’t agree, he might get angry.
It should be no problem if they weren’t in the same room.
…
The two watched a movie for a while until it was past 11 pm. In the end, Yan Molun slept in the guest room on the first floor. The guest room was vacant for a long time. Duoyao opened the closet and Yan Molun took out the blanket to lay it out before going to his car to get a new set of toiletries and a towel.
When Duoyao saw that, she said angrily, “So you’ve long prepared for this?”
“I didn’t know when I would be able to stay over. In any case, it’s good to make preparations early.” Yan Molun wasn’t embarrassed because of this. Instead, he started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Duoyao felt uneasy subconsciously. She evaded his gaze. “I’m going upstairs first.”
“I don’t have shower gel.” Yan Molun reminded her. “Bring me some.”
“Oh.” Duoyao went upstairs and got a bottle of unused shower gel. When she walked right into the guest room again and saw his muscular, bronze physique, she felt her head heating up.
It was her first time seeing his naked torso. His muscles were well-defined and the lines were perfect. His figure was very proportionate. He wasn’t like typical bulky, muscular men but he was still very fit. The warm light shone on his body and even the few scars on his abdomen seemed to exude a powerful aura.
Duoyao took in a deep breath. Although she had seen many stylish men when she was shooting her dramas, she had to admit that he had a very good figure and a six-pack. He was exuding a strong, masculine hormonal scent.
“Have you seen enough?” Yan Molun walked over slowly. His eyes were filled with smiles.
Duoyao’s mind buzzed. She threw the bottle of shower gel over and just as she was about to turn to leave, an arm pulled her back towards his chest from behind easily. His skin was pressing against hers with a thin layer of clothes in between, burning her incredibly.
“What are you doing? I want to go back to sleep.” Duoyao squirmed and tried to pry his arm away.
Yan Molun threw the shower gel aside and turned her body around as he said gently in a deep, hoarse voice, “I haven’t kissed you properly today, ever since we met up.”
Duoyao was extremely nervous, not because she was afraid of the kiss but kissing him in this state… seemed very dangerous.
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Yan Molun asked disappointedly upon detecting her intention to avoid him.
“N… no.” Duoyao blinked uncontrollably. She was so nervous that she began to stutter.
“That’s great.” Immediately after saying that, he bent down and kissed her deeply with a hint of craving.
Duoyao closed her eyes and her right hand was stuck in front of his chest. She could feel his defined curves under her palm and that gave her the urge to have a good feel…
But would this make him think she was very obscene?
But these chest muscles were too tempting.
What to do? What to do? So much struggle, so much dilemma…
Just when she was extremely nervous and at a loss for what to do, Yan Molun kissed her so passionately as though he wanted to eat her up, making her lose all her senses so that she could no longer think rationally.
When her brain stopped functioning, she lost all control of her hands.
Yan Molun froze. He broke into an unconscious smile as he kissed her. He lifted her up with one hand and carried her to the bed, putting her down gently.
The moment Duoyao lay down, she shuddered and regained her senses. She saw the man with perfect muscles towering over her.
She blinked and was a little dazed out. She looked down and saw her hand on his chest. She shuddered with fright.
AHAHAHAH. Oh gosh, what was her hand doing just now?
She simply couldn’t accept such a perverted side of herself.
“Duoyao, you can continue,” Yan Molun said hoarsely with a slight smile.
Duoyao was embarrassed. She covered her face and wanted to run away, but Yan Molun pried her hands away and kissed her again. This time, he personally put one of her hands on his chest and put the other on his back.
Duoyao really wanted to cry. Her little heart raced and felt like it was about to dash out of her chest cavity.
What should she do? She must control herself. She couldn’t be like the way she was just now; it was too embarrassing. Her image was all gone.
