CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Han Zhiyu was actually not ready. How could she be ready?    

He kissed her with all his might as soon as he came up. There was not the slightest bit of warmth in his kiss. She had always been resisting. Her body was resisting, and her heart was also resisting.    

Under his forceful coercion, she rejected him even more strongly.    

The more she rejected him, the more ruthless he became.    

When he heard Han Zhiyu say 'I am not', the gloominess in Lu Yiran's eyes became even heavier.    

The big hand that was holding her waist slightly lifted her up and had already pressed a certain spot that was ready to go, forcefully occupying it.    

The moment it was forcefully opened, a painful cry could not help but come out from between her throat, but she tried her best to suppress it. She stubbornly looked at Lu Yiran and loudly retorted, "I am not!"    

"You are not?"    

A wave of extreme feeling swept across Lu Yiran's entire body from his tailbone.    

She kept it too tightly, making him feel too comfortable.    

Looking at Han Zhiyu who was trying her best to reject him, Lu Yiran held her waist and went deeper into the cave.    

"Whose is it that isn't mine? Hee Yuanze? Is he worthy?"    

Lu Yiran was very fierce. The flames of jealousy burned his rationality, making him unable to calm down.    

"Hee Yuanze is not worthy. Don't tell me you are worthy?"    

Han Zhiyu's body was in great pain. She did not back down at all and confronted Lu Yiran and Hee Yuanze.    

Hee Yuanze!    

The more she mentioned Hee Yuanze, the more she leaned towards him. Lu Yiran held her waist tightly with his big hand, making Mrs Lu really feel who she belonged to.    

It was so long that it seemed like endless torture. It ripped apart her body and her heart.    

It was a pain that she had never felt before.    

Even though he used a lot of force the last time, he still took her feelings into consideration.    

This time, when he finished, Han Zhiyu only felt that she had already become a broken doll. Her body and mind were torn apart.    

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes were wet. However, she did not cry.    

Her eyes were empty. . .    

It was a kind of extreme pain that made her heart tired.    

His eyes were half closed and his back was pressed against the steering wheel. His back was hurting from the excessive force of the collision.    

His legs were hanging there, and he didn't have the strength to get up from his body. He just sat there and let him bury himself by her neck to catch his breath. That sexy and deep breath had once caused her to feel shy and blush because of it, but now, it was an endless exhaustion.    

After venting, Lu Yiran's body was greatly satisfied. During this period of time, he had completely lost his reason.    

The more she resisted, the more furious he became. His strength and emotions were controlled by his fury. After everything was over, Lu Yiran looked at Han Zhiyu in front of him. His pupils tightened, and his heart was violently torn.    

His thin lips opened and closed, but he did not say a word for a long time.    

He wanted to use his body to conquer her, but in the end, he could only use his body to conquer her. After all his feelings were rejected, Lu Yiran did not know what else he could do besides using his body to prove that his Mrs Lu belonged to him.    

In the process, he seemed to have gone mad.    

Every time he exerted force, he would ask Han Zhiyu, "Tell me, who are you?"    

Han Zhiyu stared at him and refused to admit defeat. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to say the answer he wanted to hear.    

The more she acted like this, the more furious he became. In the end, he became like this.    

Lu Yiran took a deep breath, picked Han Zhiyu up, and left her world.    

Ignoring himself, Lu Yiran casually pulled the zipper.    

He was too angry just now, so he quickly untied the belt and pulled down the zipper.    

He used his coat to wrap Han Zhiyu up and opened the car door to carry her to the back seat.    

Han Zhiyu was like a doll that did not react the whole time. She let him leave, let him carry her, and all the way to the back seat.    

The lights in the car had already been turned on. . .    

His coat was open, and under the light, Han Zhiyu's body, which had been violently tortured by him, was exposed.    

Looking at the marks on it that were not light or heavy, those were the marks that he had left behind due to his extreme anger.    

Especially between his legs. . .    

Even the first time, he didn't torment her to this state.    

At this time, because she was not prepared, Han Zhiyu was tormented by her. Lu Yiran's throat tightened, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.    

The car door was closed and the heating in the car was not cold enough to make people feel it. It could also be said that Han Zhiyu could not feel the cold at this time.    

She did not want to struggle. She had just struggled with all her might but in the end, the result was still the same.    

She did not want to struggle anymore.    

She was so tired.    

Her body was tired, and her heart was tired.    

Her body and mind were exhausted. Right now, she didn't want to think about anything. She just felt sad. . .    

Suddenly -    

A large hand reached between her legs.    

Han Zhiyu did not react because that place hurt too much. So when Lu Yiran's big hand touched her thigh, her body instinctively shrank.    

That was the reaction of the body's self-protection. . .    

This reaction caused Lu Yiran's heart to be stabbed by a knife. His blood was already dripping and at this moment, it was even more painful and suffocating.    

Usually, the only person who could hurt a person's heart was the person he cared about.    

The more he cared, the more he hurt her, and the more he hurt himself.    

Her big hand paused because of her trembling movements, but it did not stop. The wet tissue in her hand continued to move.    

He did not turn on the light just now. Although he knew that his rudeness just now must have hurt his Mrs Lu, he did not expect it to be so serious.    

When the wet tissue was gently wiped, it was a little cold and also a little painful. Han Zhiyu's body trembled again.    

Lu Yiran wanted to say whether it was very painful or not, but he felt that it was unnecessary.    

How could it not hurt when the wound was like this?    

He did not say much. He only gently helped Han Zhiyu wipe away the marks left by his legs. His movements were very light and slow, just like how he was gentle after the two of them had finished.    

Han Zhiyu had just experienced an assault, but after the assault ended, he gave her this kind of gentle cleaning up.    

How ironic. . .    

She did not reject Lu Yiran's help, because this time, she was in so much pain that she did not have any strength left.    

Her body was lying flat on the ground, and Lu Yiran's face was sideways. Black hair spread out, covering her face and blocking her expression.    

While he was gently dealing with the aftermath, Han Zhiyu's mind was filled with the intense contrast between his violent actions and his current gentleness.    

She loved this man.    

But this man that she loved stabbed fiercely. It was very painful. Her eyes suddenly turned red and warmth flowed out from the corners of her eyes, wetting her black hair. . .