Misunderstanding

An Nuan lay down and watched Liu Chang'an prepare to make a move. She tried to move her body, but suddenly found that she couldn't move at all. She was as still as a zombie baby with a talisman stuck on its forehead.

Why not "Zombie Girl"? Because girls always feel cuter when they call themselves "baby."

"Did you... did you acupuncture on me?" An Nuan asked nervously, her eyes darting around in their sockets as if only her eyes could move.

"Hole?"

"Don't you know acupressure?" An Nuan found it unbelievable that her boyfriend didn't know acupressure. Besides childbirth, was there really anything he couldn't do?

"You're too nervous. Look how tense your legs are; they've made you look several centimeters taller." Liu Chang'an laughed at her. "Take a few deep breaths."

An Nuan was still breathing. She took a few deep breaths and realized that she had been too nervous. Then she moved her hands and feet, and the feeling of being paralyzed by a ghost disappeared. She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. It was probably because it was the first time that she and her boyfriend were alone together in the middle of the night. She thought about what he had said about how they would be passionate in a private setting, and she thought about how she didn't have the strength to resist her boyfriend's misbehavior. The shame of a young girl and the sweet desire for intimacy in love were mixed together, leaving her at a loss.

"Come on... but you're not allowed to touch me." An Nuan warned Liu Chang'an, her face flushed. In the end, she still hoped to cooperate and fulfill the promise Liu Chang'an had made, so that she could improve her physique and talent ceiling and successfully enter the school volleyball team.

"This is a legitimate massage." Liu Chang'an reached over and grabbed An Nuan's sunglasses from An Nuan desk, putting them on.

An Nuan chuckled, pursed her lips, and kicked the bed sheet with her leg.

Liu Chang'an's hand landed on her calf, An Nuan immediately sat up straight as if by reflex.

"Are you a zombie?" Liu Chang'an remembered that in many zombie movies, when the coffin lid was opened, the zombies would sit up like this.

"You're tickling me a little..." An Nuan quickly lay back down, pouting, "You can't be mean to me..."

I should have knocked you out before I started.

"Then I'll be angry! You'll have to go through all that trouble to coax me, and you still won't be able to!"

"After I knock you unconscious, I'll take the opportunity to do evil. When you wake up, no matter how angry you are, it'll be too late; the deed is done."

"Come on then!" An Nuan didn't believe him at all. She poked Liu Chang'an, who was standing next to her, with her finger and looked at him provocatively with her eyes wide open.

Liu Chang'an slipped his hand inside An Nuan's pajamas and touched her.

An Nuan opened her mouth slightly, staring at Liu Chang'an in disbelief, before realizing what had just happened. Her whole body stiffened and remained motionless. After a while, she seemed to remember to breathe, her chest rising and falling as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her face, making her beautiful face truly as red as a lotus flower reflecting the sun.

Liu Chang'an sniffed his fingertips, took off his sunglasses, stopped looking at An Nuan, and lowered his head to carefully massage An Nuan's legs.

An Nuan didn't react any further, lying there quietly as Liu Chang'an massaged her legs. After a while, she quietly pulled the funny face pillow next to her over and placed it on her face.

This went smoothly. After massaging her legs, Liu Chang'an massaged her arms, gently stretching her body. An hour passed, and she didn't complain of itching or tense up and sit up again.

After pressing for a while, Liu Chang'an reached out to pull the funny face pillow off her face. An Nuan finally reacted, holding onto the pillow tightly and refusing to let go.

"Are you never going to see me again?" Liu Chang'an found it amusing. So what if she was groped? The little girl's reaction was truly adorable.

"It's gone!" An Nuan said in a muffled voice.

After saying that, An Nuan rolled over on the bed, landing in the middle, still using a pillow to cover her face.

"Then I'm leaving." Liu Chang'an stood up, waited a moment, threw a crumpled piece of paper from her desk at the plastic bag containing shoes, waited a while longer, and then threw another crumpled piece of paper at the bedroom door.

An Nuan quickly let go of the cushion and sat up. Seeing Liu Chang'an still standing beside her, smiling at her, she felt both embarrassed and annoyed. She grabbed the cushion and rushed over.

"I want to die with you!"

An Nuan threw herself into Liu Chang'an's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to push him down onto the bed. This was her trump card against Liu Chang'an, even though the success rate was very low.

But today, Liu Chang'an was pinned down on the bed by her. An Nuan straddled his waist, and was stunned for a moment because she had succeeded so easily. She quickly grabbed a pillow and pressed it against Liu Chang'an's face.

"This is how Pan Jinlian murdered her husband. Actually, it's not quite right to say that. To be precise, this is how Pan Jinlian in the novel murdered her husband. In reality, Pan Jinlian was very virtuous..."

Hearing that he was still in the mood to talk nonsense even while being pressed down by a pillow, acting as if nothing had happened, An Nuan removed the pillow, blushed, looked at Liu Chang'an, and lowered her head to bite his nose.

Liu Chang'an sat up and pulled her into his arms.

An Nuan wouldn't let it go, and insisted on biting his nose.

Liu Chang'an, however, found her lips and bit them.

An Nuan bit his lip, but didn't bite too hard. She hummed twice to show that she was still angry, and then looked up to show him her wet eyes.

Liu Chang'an held the back of her head and still kissed her lips. A coquettish girl, an angry girl, a shy and annoyed girl, a languid girl, an arrogant girl, a beautiful girl—all kinds of girls, just kissing her is enough.

"I'm still angry... I'm going to stay angry... You can't appease me..." An Nuan's eyes gradually became hazy, and she hummed softly, panting.

"I just don't think you should be this angry," Liu Chang'an said, forcing himself to remain calm after finishing his work for the day—the massage and traction had been done, and his essence had been replenished.

"Of course I'm angry!" An Nuan's cheeks were still red. "I'll give you one chance. Guess why I'm so angry. If you guess, I'll be a little less angry. Otherwise, I won't talk to you for a week."

"Because this year's National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival are exactly eight days long, and you're going on a trip tomorrow, it'll be exactly one week before you come back, right?" Liu Chang'an had guessed the reason.

"That means I won't see you! I mean I'll ignore you, and ignoring you means I won't reply to your messages." An Nuan sat in Liu Chang'an's lap, glaring at Liu Chang'an. "Stop being so clever! Guess already!"

"It seems that you didn't think my actions just now would make you angry for no reason... there are some other reasons." Liu Chang'an thought for a moment. An Nuan was initially caught off guard by the unexpected groping and was tense due to the surprise. She only became angry after lying still and regaining her senses.

An Nuan kept breathing through her nose and making humming sounds to indicate that she was very angry.

"Give me a hint." Even Liu Chang'an was finding it a bit difficult to solve the age-old mystery of why a girl would get angry.

"Misunderstanding." An Nuan bit her lip and gave a prompt.

"You misunderstand me as a lecher?"

"You always have been!"

"You misunderstand and think I want to do something bad to you?"

"You've done all sorts of evil deeds, what are you misunderstanding?"

"You misunderstood and thought I couldn't wait?"

Is this a misunderstanding?

"Is it a misunderstanding that your breasts are too small?"

An Nuan fell silent, lowered her head, and buried her face between Liu Chang'an's neck and shoulders, hugging him tightly in shyness.

"I understand now. You were lying down just now. In that situation, you, who are already on the smaller side, were even more open-minded. You were just afraid I would misunderstand that this is your level..." Liu Chang'an suddenly realized.

"You knew and you still said it!" An Nuan was so embarrassed that she started punching her again.

"It's okay, I'll try again."

An Nuan quickly left Liu Chang'an's embrace, crossed her arms, and ran to the door, her face flushed as she glared at Liu Chang'an. "How dare you! You just need to know you misunderstood. My size is much, much bigger than you felt!"

"An Nuan!"

It was Liu Yuewang who shouted.

An Nuan was startled because she was standing at the door, and Liu Yuewang's voice seemed to be right behind her. An Nuan quickly turned around and ran behind Liu Chang'an, looking at Liu Chang'an with a hopeless expression.

Liu Chang'an noticed that the skirt used to block out the light in the room under the door had been pushed aside by a thin knitting needle.

Liu Chang'an!

Liu Yuewang shouted again, her tone very certain, her voice not loud, but her manner aggressive.

"Run!"

An Nuan quickly took the shoes out of the plastic bag and gave them to Liu Chang'an.

"Why are you running?" Liu Chang'an waved his hand. "She's already found out. You can run away, but you can't hide."

"What are you doing?" An Nuan hurriedly tugged at Liu Chang'an's sleeve because Liu Chang'an was actually going to open the bedroom door.

"If I run away, she'll definitely beat you up. If you open the door now, she'll only beat me up at most, and I'm not afraid of getting beaten up," Liu Chang'an said matter-of-factly.

Even in this awkward and tense moment, An Nuan couldn't help but feel a surge of sweetness, carefully leaning against Liu Chang'an's back, her cheek pressed against his.

Liu Chang'an opened the door.

Liu Yuewang rushed in immediately, looking at Liu Chang'an and An Nuan in disbelief.

"Professor Liu, I heard you're getting up frequently at night, which suggests you might have some health issues. I'll make some pills for you to take after your trip; I guarantee they'll cure this symptom." Before Liu Chang'a Liu Yuewang could object, Liu Yuewang reached out and squeezed her wrist. "Your pulse is steady and strong; there's nothing seriously wrong, just a minor ailment that can be treated."

Liu Yuewang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Really?"

An Nuan calmly took Liu Chang'an's hand back and held it.

"Of course, the face cream I gave you is a purely natural product, the essence of traditional Eastern health preservation techniques. I came here tonight to help An Nuan regulate her body. She wants to join the school volleyball team and needs to grow taller. Although a girl's bones are already set at eighteen and her bone marrow is stagnant, making it difficult to grow taller, external conditioning combined with medicinal supplements can still help her grow a little taller." Liu Chang'an pointed at An Nuan, "If you don't believe me, look at An Nuan, hasn't she grown a little taller again?"

An Nuan hurriedly ran out of the room and measured herself with a ruler on the living room wall. Liu Yuewang followed and took a look; she was indeed about half a centimeter taller.

Liu Yuewang looked at Liu Chang'an and An Nuan with suspicion.

Liu Chang'an couldn't see anything wrong. Liu Yuewang stared intently at An Nuan, but An Nuan hid behind Liu Chang'an again.

Liu Yuewang went to An Nuan's room again, sniffed, and realized that she had just read an article yesterday about catching a mistress, in which the female protagonist smelled an unusual odor in the room.

There was no unusual smell. When Liu Yuewang saw the two crumpled pieces of paper on the ground, her heart tightened, and she quickly ran over to pick them up.

The stiff, hard paper for doing homework— Liu Yuewang has lost it again.

"Mom, what are you doing?" An Nuan looked at Liu Yuewang with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing... Anyway, no matter what, it's not a good thing for a boy to sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night." Liu Yuewang had no evidence, and besides, Liu Chang'an's reasons were too convincing. Moreover, he kept using terms like health preservation, conditioning, and pharmacology, which were things Liu Yuewang often saw on her social media... Could an average teenager understand these things? Could they fool Liu Yuewang? Of course not, but Liu Chang'an definitely did. The face cream he produced made him an authority.

"We're boyfriend and girlfriend... especially me, with my youthful impetuosity, I'm bound to be a bit too eager. Knowing her flight is tomorrow morning, I just wanted to see her one more time tonight," Liu Chang'an said very sincerely.

Liu Yuewang had already accepted Liu Chang'an. As long as he didn't go too far, Liu Yuewang could understand him. Moreover, his attitude was so sincere. Liu Yuewang didn't have the kind of petty, unforgiving attitude that some people have. She always felt that if others were nice, she would feel embarrassed to be unreasonable.

"I understand. In short, you all need to respect yourselves and know what you should and shouldn't do." Liu Yuewang was too embarrassed to target Liu Chang'an anymore. She glared at An Nuan and coughed lightly. "You... what are you talking about, the dumplings?"

"It's a rare product on par with face cream. I've made it. Professor Liu, you and An Nuan can take it. Please, please, please don't let anyone else know," Liu Chang'an instructed.

"Of course!" Liu Yuewang's eyes lit up. She had personally experienced how good Liu Chang'an's cooking was. She nodded again. "I just think it's good for my health... But what you said about frequent nighttime awakenings, I don't have that... I was just woken up by you guys today, playing around and arguing, you didn't even respect me."

"Yes, sorry to bother you." Liu Chang'an sighed inwardly. Even someone like him had to compromise and pamper two women related to "mother" from time to time.

Thinking about men these days, they must be having an even harder time, and their wives and girlfriends can't compare to An Nuan... But if you love her, then only you know whether it's hot or cold.

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