novelThousand Types of Loving Feelings, There Is No Better Time Than Now
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However, Xu Baohan was being squeezed by a crowd of people behind him. Among them, there was a girl in her twenties whose entire face was practically pressed against his back.
As an outsider, at first glance, it seemed to An Lan that as though they were a couple.
An Lan felt a little uncomfortable. She looked up at him and said, "Do you want to move in a little?"
"I'll will pressed against you." Xu Baohan placed his hands on the glass window. His voice was clear and magnetic.
"It won't."
Xu Baohan's lips curved slightly and he moved closer to her.
An Lan's face was pressed against his chest. After climbing the mountain for more than half a day, there was a light scent of sweat coupled with an aura of maturity and elegance on his body. It couldn't help making one's heart throbbing and the entire body feeling warm.
Xu Baohan also lowered his head to look at the petite woman in his arms. At this moment, she was like a baby quail.
However, he was continued to be pushed from behind. He turned around and saw a woman at his back. He frowned and told her."Lady, I have no connection with you. Please keep your distance."
His unfriendly warning toned directed at once the crowd to gaze at the woman in her twenties. The woman blushed. She had initially intended to move closer to Xu Baohan since he was handsome and possibly he would be attracted to her. However, she did not expect him to be so ruthless. She could only reply in embarrassment, "I would like to, but it's too crowded."
"I don't care how crowded it is, but please don't press your face against my back, " Xu Baohan said impolitely.
The crowd hissed and they gave her a peculiar look.
An Lan looked at the woman's fuming expression. For some reason, she felt that she was in a better mood now.
When they reached their destination, the woman couldn't stand being the center of attention and left quickly.
An Lan teased, "You don't look like you are quite attractive to females."
"She is only interested in appearance." Xu Baohan said disapprovingly.
"Don't say that. This is a world that a person's value depends a lot on the appearance, "An Lan looked at him and sighed, "Appearance is truly important."
Xu Baohan gave her a weird look and asked, "You also like a person with good appearance, don't you? Who do you think is better looking, Nian Junting or me?"
"..."
Was he going to start the rhythm of jealousy once again?
"Who's better?" Xu Baohan continued to press closer against her with his burning chest.
An Lan was on the verge of breaking down. Why a man could be so narrow-minded."You are better. You are better."
Xu Baohan was finally satisfied."Do you like me or Nian Junting more?
An Lan really wanted to bite her tongue. How she could answer such a question."Is it comparable? He's a married man and I don't like him anymore. Can you stop taking about him?"
"Then it means that you like me more." Xu Baohan nodded in satisfaction."I won't dwell on it further."
An Lan was left speechless.
Xu Baohan went to the washroom when they reached the foot of the mountain. An Lan got into the car with a tired face. Climbing the mountain was too exhausting. She just wanted to reach home as soon as possible.
Li Yuchen got on the car and said with a smile, "While we were at the mountain, I had drawn a divination stick praying for a good marriage for both of you. Ms An, you have got the best draw."
An Lan almost choked while drinking mineral water. Finally, she managed to catch her breath and asked feebly, "Master Li, why did you draw a divination stick for me?"
Li Yuchen chuckled, "The progress of your relationship with Chief Judge Xu will determine whether the business of our law firm will thrive. That is my concern. Look, this is the best draw."
He passed the divination stick to her and An Lan opened it up resignedly. It read: Thousand types of loving feelings, there is no better time than now.
She was slightly puzzled. Who had these thousand types of loving feelings?
She or Xu Baohan?
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