Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 684: [Yan Jian Extra] 6. Everything is increasingly different from what she imagined (Part 1)

Chapter 684: [Yan Jian Extra] 6. Everything is increasingly different from what she imagined (Part 1)

The warmth from the flames and alcohol dissipated instantly.

She lifted her head and glared at him with hatred.

Even though she knew this was the fate she had chosen, she wanted to scourge him with her gaze.

His blue eyes were dark, full of mockery: "What, afraid? Or perhaps you still want to take a bath first like the first night?"

"No need!"

Yan Jian turned her eyes away and lowered her head to unbutton her clothes. At this moment, she despairingly realized that her clothes were made of the same coarse British style tweed as his, and in the same camel color.

But she reminded herself, this was not what is called being on the same wavelength, it was just that it was this season, so this classic British style combination was the most common. He had noble blood, after all, and she was a fashion design student, so the two of them just coincidentally dressed similarly.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she almost savagely tugged at the buttons. The buttons, expressing their discontent, that were usually not an obstacle at all, now became difficult one after another.

She wrestled with the buttons until despair, feeling fierce, wishing she could just tear them off.

For heaven’s sake, she didn’t want to show weakness in front of him, didn’t want him to see her fear.

Her upbringing at home since she was young was: Even though there is evil in this world, you shouldn’t be afraid, you should hold your head high, and face it bravely.

And all moments when you temporarily have to show weakness are just to wait for the opportunity, to finally overturn the evil...

So she wanted to appear righteous and dignified, at least poised, not to be this flustered, not to let him smile proudly.

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From above, the blue-eyed man was originally waiting to appreciate this soft Eastern girl undressing herself.

But what she presented to him was not a display full of allure, but rather a tangled mess.

The issue wasn’t the struggle between her fingers and the buttons, but her pride’s incompatibility with reality.

He frowned as he watched, wanting to remain aloof, but her turmoil affected his mood, so he strode forward and pushed apart her arms, undoing the buttons for her.

His actions were even more brutal than hers, yet to her chagrin, those buttons, which had given her so much trouble, offered no resistance under his strength and obediently surrendered.

She was futilely heartbroken, wondering if, in his eyes, she was the same; all her persistence and stubbornness were just a conflict with herself, and he actually didn’t feel any of it; to him, she was just a little lamb, and all her words and acts of rebellion were nearly equivalent to nothing, he was just coldly watching her struggle with herself.

The buttons undone, underneath was a V-neck knitted cardigan layered over a denim shirt.

Her softness and grace, permeating through the layered fabric, wafted over.

He took a deep breath, gazing down at her.

The buttons were undone, but she was not free; instead, she entwined herself in another kind of entanglement. Her eyes did not look at him but towards the void; was she thinking about Luo Xiansheng?

His brow furrowed involuntarily, and he abruptly extended his long arm, forcefully pushing her.

She was pushed onto the mattress, suddenly interrupted from her daze, and looked at him somewhat bewildered.

He took a deep breath: "I want you here with me, not just a shell. Since you are by my side, you are not allowed to distract yourself thinking of others. I’ll give you one minute to return your mind to me, otherwise, I will double the time you waste on this!"

"Think about it yourself, Yan Jian, do you want to quickly finish these 30 nights, or have this contract endlessly extended until you can’t imagine?"

Yan Jian took a deep breath, glaring at him: "Fine, as you wish, I’ve come back to reality."

She gritted her teeth and lowered her head to continue undoing the cardigan and shirt buttons. These fabrics were much softer and lighter, so the buttons couldn’t form as much of an obstacle as they did on the tweed. She pulled open her shirt and awkwardly turned her head away, closing her eyes.

He took a deep breath, holding his breath as he appreciated her partly open clothes.

So modest, she didn’t wear a bra like Western girls, but a camisole with a built-in cup. The camisole was pink, with dreamlike crêpe edges on the cups...

He hadn’t seen a girl dressed like this, yet he felt an unprecedented excitement.

Despite being so conservative, it stirred his emotions even more.

Her conservatism, her shyness, her stubbornness... all invoked within him a huge desire to conquer and tame.

Unable to resist, he came forward, parted her shirt’s denim blue sides, allowing her modest attire to fall into his view with a more youthful and alluring curve.

He heard his own heartbeat, like a stormy mountain wind echoing through a tunnel.

His eyes could not see enough, and his imagination sprinted downward.

What could it be like in that place?

He took a deep breath, fingers tightly gripping the cane behind his back, yet tried to maintain a cold demeanor, his voice cold as he asked: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Yan Jian misunderstood, thinking he was criticizing her conservatism.

Western girls generally don’t dress like this, only Eastern people have the mindset of being "afraid of the cold," preferring such styles in autumn and winter to protect their waist and belly.

Embarrassed, her face turning crimson, she tightly shut her eyes and said, "...Of course, I dress however I’m comfortable. Why should you care?"

He took a deep breath and asked, "Then why didn’t you dress like this last time?"

If she had dressed like this last time, maybe he would have already...

Yet recalling last time, the red on her face turned somewhat pale.

"Last time...the weather wasn’t this cold yet. But let me say it again: how I dress is my business, it’s just for my own comfort. Why should you care?!"

She thought that a simple contract meant enduring his kind of impact was enough. She never expected to have such conversations with him. These dialogues, like thin blades, had already sliced into her privacy and consciousness... She intended only to give her body, not to offer her spiritual world for him to ravage!

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Her agitation made him uncomfortable.

Indeed, he was a fool who didn’t know how to please a woman...

He actually wanted to subtly show his appreciation and surprise at her outfit, but somehow it reached her ears as the complete opposite, which is why she was so angry.

He was stupid, really, knowing he didn’t understand how to please women, why did he try to please her?

James, you’ve only yourself to blame for the trouble. You asked for it.

Embarrassment turned into anger. He arrogantly stretched his long legs, knelt on the mattress, and grabbed her wool skirt.

The pleated wool skirt, a hot item for this autumn and winter, turned into a worthless rag in his hands, yanked off with a swift pull.

Her indigo leggings, faintly showing her skin tone, outlined the contours of her waist and legs in stark detail.

He stared at her, his gaze traveling up and down, his Adam’s apple moving incessantly.

Little girl, even clothed like this, this little girl who he had already seen fully uncovered last time, still easily made his heart race erratically.

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She was unlike Catherine, unlike any girls he had met in France before. If it were them, this prelude would have been enough; they would have jumped up by themselves, coiling around his waist like snakes.

But between him and her, despite how things already were, it still felt like mountains and rivers separated them.

Mist rising over water, the fog enveloping the mountains, so vast and ethereal, as if water wound around the mountains again and again.

He swallowed dryly, holding his breath, extending a hand to lay flat against her graceful curves...

Pillage, since she and he are destined to remain far apart, since he and she are destined to belong to different worlds;

Since, like Huangfu Huazhang’s careful planning and scheming, what ultimately remains is to lose the one you were guarding, he will not follow in Huangfu Huazhang’s footsteps.

He won’t foolishly wait. He wants to seize. Knowing he would ultimately lose, he wants to seize as much as he can while he still has her.

The material of the leggings is truly magical, for even through this barrier, the sensation remains wondrous.

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Yan Jian didn’t know what kind of situation she had fallen into today.

Why did he not even let her take off her clothes this time, but instead, with her wearing a vest and shirt, as well as leggings, he leaned over toward her?

He embraced her, heedlessly pressing his entire body against hers.

Strange sensations, unfamiliar waves surged to her head, crashing against her rationality, nearly making her faint.

It’s not like this, no it isn’t.

What he wanted should not be this, and what she wanted to give was definitely not this.

She screamed, trying to escape this strange intimacy.

"James! Whatever you want, take it already. I don’t want you to treat me like this!"

James squinted his blue eyes, staring at her apple-red face flushed with unfamiliar sensation and shyness, unable to resist pinching her chin.

"But I like it. Now I am the one in control, and I do as I like, while you, you have no right to say no but to obediently endure."

He stretched out his arms, grabbed her slender ankle, and dragged her back into his embrace.

Holding her felt like being in a sea of cherry blossoms.