CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

1The two of them rode on the same wooden horse. Lu Yiran sat behind her, and she could clearly feel. . . His hard body was pressed against her back. His two big hands tightly hugged her waist.    1

    

Han Zhiyu originally thought that they would ride a horse by themselves, but now with such an ambiguous posture, it was as if she was already snuggled into his embrace.    

    

The revolving wooden horse went up and down. As it kept moving up and down, Han Zhiyu pursed her lips and her hands tightly grabbed the round pole in front of her. Her palms were full of cold sweat and she did not dare to move.    

    

Her back was like a ball of flame. Han Zhiyu felt that the man behind her became harder and harder.    

    

In the past, Han Zhiyu's mood when she sat on the wooden horse was always cheerful. Only this time, her feeling was torture.    

    

"Is it fun?" Lu Yiran opened his mouth and his thin lips were pressed against her neck. His gentle breath was completely scattered around her neck.    

    

Han Zhiyu's entire body stiffened and her hand loosened and she almost fell off her horse.    

    

Fortunately, his large hand tightly wrapped around her waist.    

    

"Be careful. " Feeling the nervousness and embarrassment of the woman in his arms, Lu Yiran curled his lips and said lightly.    

    

Han Zhiyu's body stiffened as if she was sitting on pins and needles. A few minutes were as long as a century.    

    

Finally, the revolving wooden horse slowly stopped and Han Zhiyu hurriedly jumped down from her horse.    

    

"Play again?" Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows and suggested.    

    

He hugged her and played with this childish merry-go-round. He was surprised to find that he was a little addicted to it.    

    

Han Zhiyu shook her head like a rattle drum. "No more sitting, no more sitting. "    

    

"Don't you like sitting?" Lu Yiran looked calm, but his eyes were cold.    

    

He liked to sit on a wooden horse, but he didn't like to sit with him.    

    

"I feel a little dizzy. " Han Zhiyu tried to reason with him. "Why don't we go back?"    

    

"You just came and you are leaving?" Lu Yiran pursed his lips into a line, obviously displeased.    

    

Han Zhiyu did not dare to make a sound when she saw Lu Yiran's mood darken.    

    

"Let's go. "    

    

Lu Yiran held Han Zhiyu's hand, but didn't walk towards the entrance of the playground.    

    

After passing the roller coaster, Lu Yiran looked up and asked, "Do you want to take the roller coaster?"    

    

"No!" Han Zhiyu answered without hesitation.    

    

Lu Yiran slightly lifted his thin lips, "Such a thrilling and exciting event, it would be a pity not to sit on it. "    

    

"I am afraid. " Han Zhiyu's tone had a trace of nervousness. She was really afraid that the overbearing Lu Yiran would insist on pulling her to sit.    

    

Fortunately, he did not force her.    

    

Finally, Lu Yiran took Han Zhiyu to the Ferris wheel and stopped.    

    

Looking at the Ferris wheel that towered into the sky, Han Zhiyu was slightly dazzled.    

    

He couldn't be thinking of. . . Sitting on the Ferris wheel, right?    

    

Sure enough, whatever he was afraid of would come.    

    

"Let's go!" Lu Yiran held Han Zhiyu's hand and walked towards the Ferris wheel.    

    

"I don't want to sit on this. " Han Zhiyu bit her lips and her legs felt weak. "I. . . I'm afraid of heights. "    

    

"With me around, there is no need to be afraid. " Lu Yiran nodded slightly and lowered his head to stare at the woman in front of him. Her clear and cold voice was like a cellist, deep and moving.    

    

"But. . . "    

    

Lu Yiran still wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, his entire body flew into the air and was held horizontally in the arms of the man in front of him.    

    

"Ah!" Han Zhiyu screamed and her mind went blank.    

    

Han Zhiyu took steady steps and carried Han Zhiyu onto the Ferris wheel.    

    

Lu Yiran sat her on his lap and felt the nervousness and stiffness of the woman in his arms. He curled his lips and asked lightly, "You are still scared like this?"    

    

Han Zhiyu stiffened her body and nodded. This was the first time she sat on a Ferris wheel. She was already nervous and now Lu Yiran was like this. She did not even dare to move.    

    

Lu Yiran hugged her more tightly with his hands. He almost wanted to merge her with him. "How about this?"    

    

"I'm not afraid anymore!" Afraid that the man in front of her would do something even more excessive, Han Zhiyu quickly shook her head and looked out the window.    

    

The Ferris wheel slowly rose up. In such a narrow and enclosed space, Han Zhiyu was hugged by Lu Yiran with such an ambiguous action. She could even hear her breathing intertwining with the man in front of her.    

    

She sat on him awkwardly and stared at the sky outside. He silently lowered his head and looked at her with deep affection.    

    

Looking at the honest woman at this moment, the corner of Lu Yiran's mouth couldn't help but raise up in a mysterious arc.    

    

If he could, he hoped that time would stop at this moment forever. In the amusement park in Paris, on the sky-high Ferris wheel, he and the woman he loved were leaning against each other.    

    

The Ferris wheel became higher and higher, and the scenery on the ground became almost invisible. Han Zhiyu suddenly realized that sitting on the Ferris wheel was not so scary.    

    

"Zhiyu. " Lu Yiran suddenly called her in a low and hoarse voice.    

    

"Hmm?" Han Zhiyu was stunned.    

    

His sexy thin lips moved close to Han Zhiyu's ear and a very magnetic voice sounded in a low and deep voice, "Didn't you hear that the men and women who kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel will be entangled with each other forever?"    

    

“？” Before Han Zhiyu could react, she saw Lu Yiran's handsome face enlarging in front of her and enlarging again and again. . .    

    

Finally, his thin lips accurately landed on her cherry lips.    

    

Han Zhiyu only felt a cool feeling and then it became hot.    

    

"Oh. . . " Lu Yiran's kiss came very suddenly. Han Zhiyu was caught off guard and struggled a little.    

    

"Don't move!" Han Zhiyu whispered softly beside her ear. Her voice was ridiculously hoarse and her tone was still as insufferable as a king's.    

    

Sure enough, Han Zhiyu obediently stopped struggling but her face was so red that it could almost drip blood.    

    

Her head buzzed and Han Zhiyu was forced to bear this kiss that made people's face turn red.    

    

Lu Yiran held her face with both hands and used his big tongue to forcefully pry open her tightly shut lips, twisting and turning in her mouth.    

    

Han Zhiyu's mind was blank. Looking at the man's burning eyes in front of her, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She wanted to push him away, but she felt a faint reluctance to part. Later, she simply closed her eyes and allowed him to take whatever he wanted.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yiran finally ended this inseparable kiss. He pressed his forehead tightly to the forehead of the beauty in his arms and looked deeply at her with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, the Ferris wheel stopped.    

    

Han Zhiyu was the first to regain her senses. She struggled to get off his arms. "We're here. "    

    

"Hmm?. " Lu Yiran was still immersed in the beautiful and passionate kiss just now. Her lips were filled with her fragrance, sweet fragrance, and endless aftertaste.    

    

Have you ever heard that the man and woman who kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel will be entangled with each other forever?    

    

Han Zhiyu's ears were filled with Lu Yiran's words, and she could not get rid of them.    

    

So what Lu Yiran said just now was him and her? Forever together?    

    

Hmph, if it was in the past, this kind of romantic trick might really make her happy.    

    

But now, it was already impossible!    

    

Han Zhiyu, who was walking behind, bit her lip hard and reached into her pocket to grab the small communicator.