CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Han Zhiyu woke up from her sleep and wanted to break free from the arm that imprisoned her waist.    

Just as she moved, she was pulled back by the man.    

Her back was tightly pressed against his chest and the heat behind her made her not dare to move.    

"Be honest. " A hoarse voice came from behind her ears.    

She reached out and tried to pull the arm off her body, but she accidentally touched an ice cold thing.    

The necklace was still on her body.    

Han Zhiyu pursed her lips and reached out to undo the necklace.    

Before the necklace could be taken off, her wrists were suddenly grabbed and pressed down.    

In an instant, she was pressed down.    

Lu Yiran opened his eyes and took a deep look at the necklace that she had just unlocked. He opened his mouth slightly hoarsely and said, "You don't like it?"    

"You asked me?"    

He did not say anything. There was a thoughtful look in his eyes.    

He opened his hands, which were holding her wrist, and put them between her fingers, then lowered his head.    

Before the kiss landed, Han Zhiyu's eyes were somewhat bright and her tone was probing, "Don't you need to return it to her?"    

"Who?"    

"Ai Shiqi. . . "    

Lu Yiran narrowed his eyes and looked at her.    

He suddenly let go of her hand and said fiercely, "Han Zhiyu, it's fine if you don't like it, but you are not allowed to give it to others even if you throw it away. "    

She was stunned for a moment.    

Before she could react, the man who originally wanted to entangle her had already turned over and got off the bed.    

He then picked up the bathrobe beside him and put it on. His tall and wide back appeared somewhat cold and lonely.    

"Wait a moment. " Han Zhiyu came out of the bed sheet and grabbed the arm of the man who was about to leave.    

"Is there something else?" Lu Yiran turned his head and cast a sidelong glance at her. His eyes were as deep as the sea and his tone was cold.    

She didn't dare to let go of his hand. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the man whose face had suddenly turned cold. She asked softly, "Did you buy it for me?"    

With a cold laugh, he pulled his small hand away from his arm and said in a low and clear voice, "No. "    

Han Zhiyu wavered for a moment but very quickly, when she saw that he was about to get up, an impulse and courage came out of nowhere and she rushed over.    

She only knew that he was angry and did not want to bother with her.    

She hugged his waist and wrapped her hands around his abdomen.    

Almost instantly, a fire rose in Lu Yiran's lower abdomen.    

The muscles all over his body tensed up, and all of his attention was focused on those slender arms.    

The head that was next to his back was also sticking close to him.    

She closed her eyes tightly, and forced him to stay, but she didn't know what to say.    

She said that she was too stupid. She had seen too many things that were like clouds and clouds, and that was why there was such a misunderstanding?    

But when the entire world told you the same thing, even if she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't help but be influenced by it.    

It was because he bought it and didn't tell her.    

She didn't even know where she got so many uncertainties, afraid that she would think too much.    

Just like how she firmly believed that Xie Ziyi was the person she entrusted her life to, but in the end. . .    

"Old, husband. . . " After holding it in for a long time, she only said these two words.    

A pair of small hands involuntarily pulled his bathrobe tightly in front of his abdomen.    

Lu Yiran sat there without moving. His back was stiff.    

He lowered his head to look at the reaction between her hands and his.    

His frown deepened.    

"Are you going to let go?" He spoke in a deep voice. His voice was so low that no one could tell what he was thinking.    

Han Zhiyu really became anxious, "No. . . "    

This was the first time he asked her to let go.    

Usually, these kinds of words, shouldn't they be her lines?    

Lu Yiran unhurriedly returned her hands and pulled them apart.    

Under the fine eyelashes, the shadow was ridiculously dark.    

No matter how hard Han Zhiyu used her hands, they were still pulled apart.    

Her arms trembled lightly and did not have the slightest strength to resist in his palm.    

Her heart was in a panic and even a thin layer of mist seeped out from her eyes.    

However, after being pulled apart, it was not as she had expected, that she would be thrown to the side.    

Instead, he grabbed her wrist and swiftly pulled her out of the bed sheet, allowing her to sit on him.    

Han Zhiyu's legs were separated and placed on both sides of his thighs.    

His back was straight and he slightly nodded at her. His handsome face, which looked like a sculpture, had a deep and hidden light.    

A hand was placed on her waist, allowing her to get closer to his chest.    

He raised her chin with the other hand, and his black eyes swept across her panic-stricken face.    

Her thin lips opened and closed as she said, "If you don't let go, you'll have to bear the consequences. "    

His chin broke free of his hand and Han Zhiyu turned her head.    

A pair of arms passed through his armpits and wrapped around his back.    

His entire body was pressed against his body and did not dare to let go. His head was buried in his chest.    

It was not for any other reason that he suddenly took the initiative.    

It was only because -    

She wasn't wearing any clothes!    

Han Zhiyu's face was flushed red. She stuck to his body like a koala just to not let him leave naked.    

"Let me down. . . " She wanted to struggle, but her shame made her not dare to move.    

Lu Yiran held her waist and gently stroked her long hair that was scattered on her shoulder. He said calmly, "Just now I told you to let go, but you didn't let go. "    

"But I'm not wearing any clothes. "    

"I can see that. " His throat became hoarse again.    

Looking down, the woman's fair and smooth back and her long black hair formed a strong visual contrast. . .    

Han Zhiyu bit her lips and her face was almost completely red.    

The man's body reaction was too obvious to pass on to her body but she did not dare to make any movements.    

The heat in her body was transmitted over without any obstruction. She lowered her head, feeling that his chest was burning so hot that it was about to catch fire.    

On her back, her hair was sweeping back and forth, and it was a little itchy.    

He was playing with her hair. . .    

"Give me the clothes, I'll put them on first" Her voice was almost drowned in Lu Yiran's heartbeat.    

The answer was a laugh.    

"Won't it be troublesome to take it off after wearing it?" His long fingers circled around her hair and slid across her smooth back. He deliberately said casually, "You know how to torment people. "    

. . . "" This man always had reasons to make her speechless.    

But at this time, other than hugging him and not letting go, there was really no other way.    

The breathing on her back became hotter and hotter. Her entire body was exposed, but it was unbearably hot.    

Han Zhiyu closed her eyes and softly said, "Everyone says that it was you who bought it for Ai Shiqi. "    

Lu Yiran's movements paused for a moment. His big palm only covered her back and did not move.    

There were a few eyes that could not be seen through in his deep pupils.    

So her cold and indifferent appearance was because she thought that she had bought Ai Shiqi a necklace?    

"You never told me. I asked you but you didn't say it clearly. I thought you didn't want to tell me. And when I searched this necklace, all the related websites were filled with Ai Shiqi. Even the netizens said that you were giving it to her. . . "    

She complained one by one, but the more she said, the more aggrieved she felt.    

"Raise your head. " Lu Yiran said softly.    

She loosened her grip a little, but as soon as she touched her exposed chest, she immediately hugged him tightly like an octopus and firmly shook her head.    

"Han Zhiyu, raise your head. " His brows wrinkled and his tone became sharper.    

"I don't want to. If you give me clothes, I will raise my head. Otherwise, I won't lift it. "    

"Lu Yiran lowered his head and put his chin on her forehead. "Raise your head. "    

Han Zhiyu did not speak and simply pretended to be dead. . . . ""    

"If you do not raise your head, I will give it to someone else immediately. "    

She closed her eyes tightly and still did not speak.    

Lu Yiran's eyes narrowed meaningfully. He suddenly wanted to see her expression at this moment.    

Not eating hard, but eating soft?