CHAPTER 1385: CHAPTER 391: DADDY TEACHES MOMMY HOW TO KISS (PART 2)

Jiang Zhiyuan finally got up, lowered his head, and walked forward just like usual.

An Nan gently placed her chopsticks on the bowl and couldn’t help but glance at him again: "Why are you here?"

"Where else should I be?"

Jiang Zhiyuan glanced up, eyes darting around.

It seemed like only by using this seemingly ordinary rebuttal could he prevent the atmosphere from becoming too stiff, and only in this way could he cover up his awkwardness and keep the two of them from turning cold towards each other again.

"Who knows where you want to go? There are so many little buddies waiting for you to take them out for a wild time—"

An Nan didn’t finish her sentence, but the look in her eyes really asked him: Isn’t this your original lifestyle?

Jiang Zhiyuan didn’t dare look at her, just took big bites of the instant noodles in his bowl.

An Nan stood there without moving, and he quickly finished a bowl of noodles, then looked up to find that she hadn’t cooked any for herself.

"You! Why didn’t you make any for yourself?"

Jiang Zhiyuan asked her uncertainly.

"I don’t want instant noodles!"

An Nan said.

Jiang Zhiyuan...

"I made plans with colleagues, we’re going out to eat later!"

After An Nan said this, she bent down to take the bowl away and headed to the kitchen.

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly felt like he’d eaten too much, but he didn’t want to stay home alone.

So he got up and followed her into the kitchen: "You’re going to leave me home alone and go eat with another guy?"

His eyebrows furrowed, like a big boy unhappy because he couldn’t get candy.

Or maybe he was just like that from the beginning.

An Nan didn’t look at him, cleaned the bowl, dried it, then opened the cupboard above to put the bowl away.

"If that’s how you want to think, then fine! I didn’t know you were coming over beforehand!"

An Nan said as she turned around, only to find him right in front of her, forcing her to grip the edge of the sink with both hands and slightly lean back to reluctantly maintain some distance from him.

His eyes were filled with jealousy, like he was about to get angry.

An Nan raised her eyes to look at him: "What are you doing? If you don’t want this kind of thing to happen again, message me on WeChat or call me when you’re coming over."

Jiang Zhiyuan...

"Give me some space?"

She raised a hand, pushing against his chest.

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly remembered Qin Mu asking him to kiss her last night, and instinctively grasped the hand on his chest, then impulsively lowered his head and captured her lips that he was dying to kiss.

An Nan was suddenly deprived of breath, struggling for air, dumbfounded by his sudden kiss.

The whole kitchen fell silent, and Jiang Zhiyuan felt the warmth in her palm on his chest, while his other hand clasped the back of her head, kissing her forcefully.

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly felt he was too impulsive; impulsiveness is the devil, an absolute demon, how could he have brought up breaking up for a moment of thrill?

"You’re not allowed to go eat with another man!"

He suddenly cupped her face and whispered a command to her.

An Nan looked down, her breathing slightly calmer: "Didn’t we break up?"

"Whoever mentions breaking up again, I’ll kill them to shut them up!"

Jiang Zhiyuan cupped her face, his intense gaze locked on her, sealing her lips once more.

Indeed, this is best!

The insistence on sticking to his own ways these days, total indulgence, all of it was completely wrong.

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly felt that he was indeed presumptuous and truly immature.

How could he let go of such a beautiful woman to hang out with those punks?

"Have you been on a blind date with another man?"

"I later asked Xi Meng, and she and her husband were just performing for you to make you anxious."

An Nan, finding it hard to breathe, mumbled her response.

"What?"

Jiang Zhiyuan looked at her in disbelief, how could that couple conspire to scare him?

Suddenly he thought of Mu Yichen, those three people...

Ha!

Suddenly feeling a chill in his heart, but soon after, he looked at An Nan with a slightly aggrieved expression: "I take back those words!"

Whether it was because his voice was too low or his breath was too warm, An Nan’s eyelashes suddenly moistened.

"But I don’t want to forgive you!"

An Nan whispered, looking down, refusing to look at him.

Jiang Zhiyuan felt her head resting on that part of his chest, as if he was about to die.

"Why?"

Jiang Zhiyuan asked her softly.

"Because I don’t want to get married! Because you want to get married!"

"What if I don’t want to get married either?"

Jiang Zhiyuan lowered his head to ask her, wanting to hear her thoughts.

An Nan raised her eyes to look at Jiang Zhiyuan, and Jiang Zhiyuan asked her again: "If you don’t want to get married, we won’t marry! There’s nothing more important than being with you."

"Are you saying this against your will?"

An Nan asked him, she knew he wanted to get married, always knew.

"An Nan, in the face of you and marriage, I can only prioritize you."

Jiang Zhiyuan felt like he was about to explode; he really wasn’t good at saying cheesy things, he used to think he was quite eloquent and good at making girls happy, but now...

"Am I the consolation prize?"

Seeing Jiang Zhiyuan so frustrated, almost at a loss for words, An Nan also furrowed her brows.

"Of course you’re not—who’s at the door?"

Jiang Zhiyuan was nervously brewing his words when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, immediately feeling irritable.