Chapter 191 Day 23 of Transmigrating into a True and False Young Master Novel

Chapter 191: The Twenty-Third Day of Transmigrating into a Story of a Legitimate and Illegitimate Son

An Yi ignored his cheesy pickup line, turned around, and continued walking toward where his car was parked.

Yan Hui immediately followed without hesitation, sticking close by.

After a few steps, seeing that they had reached where An Yi’s car was parked, Yan Hui suddenly spoke again, his voice tinged with a deliberately aggrieved complaint, drawling: “Baby~ Can’t you at least give me some reaction? I poured my heart out talking for so long, and my mouth’s all dry.”

The way he said “baby” was completely natural and smooth.

An Yi paused as he was pulling open the car door and turned to look at him.

Baby???

Yan Hui’s tall figure stood right there, the afternoon sunlight outlining his strong, upright silhouette, his face ruggedly handsome, almost aggressive in its intensity.

He definitely had the looks and nerve to keep pushing his luck.

“What kind of reaction do you want?” An Yi asked.

Yan Hui’s eyes instantly lit up, and he immediately leaned in, propping one arm on the roof of the car, trapping An Yi between himself and the cold metal of the car in a highly aggressive posture.

He lowered his head, his nose nearly brushing the soft black hair on An Yi’s forehead, his voice low and seductive: “For example... letting me kiss you right now?”

His hot breath swept over An Yi’s cheek and sensitive ear, feeling overwhelmingly invasive.

He was so close that An Yi could see his own reflection in Yan Hui’s eyes, and the raw, undisguised desire in his eyes.

However, An Yi didn’t even flutter an eyelash.

He looked up, meeting Yan Hui’s intense, eager gaze from inches away, a hint of judgment in his cool eyes. He even gave a faint smirk.

“Just a kiss?” he shot back.

Yan Hui was momentarily stunned by this completely unexpected reaction. That wild fire in his chest flared up like gasoline.

His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, and his voice dropped to a husky, dangerous growl: “Of course not... if you allow it.”

He tentatively leaned in a little more, his warm lips almost touching An Yi’s slightly cool ones.

The blazing sun, the noisy traffic—all seemed to fade away, shut out of this tiny bubble.

An Yi stared at him with those clear, unreadable eyes.

Finally, just as their lips were about to touch, when their breaths were mixing, Yan Hui suddenly stopped.

He lightly pressed his forehead against An Yi’s, letting out a frustrated, helpless groan, barely holding back: “Damn... forget it.”

He straightened up, raised a hand, and rubbed his short, bristly hair in irritation. “I’m afraid that if I really kiss you, I won’t be able to control myself, and then... you won’t even want to see me again.”

He gave a roguish smile, tinged with a pathetic and pitiful look: “You’re really my kryptonite, baby.”

Looking at him in this rare state of having lost face while forcibly staying calm, An Yi finally let out a low laugh.

That laugh was very light, like a feather brushing his heart, leaving a tantalizing tingle.

“Since you know I’m your kryptonite, why do you still insist on getting close?” An Yi said, pulling open the car door.

Seeing this, Yan Hui immediately jumped at the chance: “Let me drive!”

“Kryptonite’s more exciting,” he said with a grin.

But An Yi reached out and gave him a firm but clear push as he tried to squeeze into the car. The force was not strong, but his tone unmistakable: “Get lost.”

He sat in the driver’s seat and, before closing the door, glanced up at Yan Hui: “And don’t call me baby.”

Yan Hui lingered by the car door, his tall figure blocking it, with a cheeky grin: “You *are* my baby. Now you won’t even let me ride with you? That’s cold.”

Seeing him like this, An Yi laughed again. That smile looked dazzling in the sun. He shot Yan Hui a sideways glance, with an unreadable look: “That’s right, no ride for you.”

His tone was breezy: “Move it, you.”

Having said that, he no longer gave Yan Hui a chance to pester. He shoved Yan Hui a little harder with his hand, pushing him away from the door. Then he smoothly closed the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine.

The car pulled smoothly away from the curb, merged into the traffic, and quickly disappeared from Yan Hui’s sight.

Yan Hui stood where he was, staring where the car had disappeared, arms crossed over his chest. Then he couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, the corners of his mouth growing wider and wider.

Just then, another urgent set of footsteps approached from afar.

Gu Xinou caught up, panting heavily. He saw Yan Hui standing alone by the roadside, still wearing that smug smile like a cat that got the cream, and his heart immediately sank.

He had earlier gone to the parking lot to get his car and hadn’t spotted Yan Hui, and immediately guessed that the jerk hadn’t left like told but had come back to bug An Yi.

He immediately turned around and chased after him, but he was still too late! Damn it!

Yan Hui also noticed Gu Xinou, whose face was dark. He curled his lips into an annoyingly provocative grin, his tone frivolous: “What’s up? Showing up now? Looks like you’re useless, Young Master Gu!”

Gu Xinou’s face instantly turned even darker. The hand hanging by his side quietly clenched into a fist.

Damn it!!

Comments section:

“Useless thing! I’m talking about you, Yan Hui! Why didn’t you kiss him? Come on, kiss him!”

“Yeah! Just talking dirty is useless! Go for it!”

“Kiss him! Press him down! Tear his clothes off! Force yourself on him!”

“For someone like An Yi, an unattainable beauty, you should catch him off guard, make his eyes red! Then grab his wrist and kiss him senseless! He won’t get away!”

“Imagine An Yi, on the verge of tears, panting, helpless, shooting you a fierce glare! Damn it! Yan Hui, you worthless sack, just let me take over! (shoving away.jpg)”

“Forcefully kiss him, slide your hand into his clothes, pinch his waist! Even if An Yi slaps you, so what? Isn’t that a reward? (angry)”

“Even if An Yi slaps you, you can still lick his hand! Idiot! (disappointed.jpg)”

“Yan Hui, Yan Hui, you’re even worse than that trash Gu Xinou, I don’t even want to talk about him. I think you’re the one who’s no good!! No good! (pointing fingers.jpg)”

“Isn’t that a bit too harsh on him?”

“Sunny mud toe!”

“Harsh on your meow meow head!”

“......”

An Yi, driving his car: ......

What the hell?

After so many worlds, the thing that leaves him most speechless is that old standby, the comments section.

The readers there speak so well! Each one is a talent! He loves hearing them talk!

But... if Yan Hui really tried to use force, he would smash his head in!