C117 Do You Love Me
C117 Do You Love Me
"Cold. . . "
Lu Yiran had just put her on the bed when she carried him again.
On the way back, she kept complaining about the cold. Lu Yiran was worried and tested her forehead. For safety reasons, he called Dr. Jiang over.
When Dr. Jiang came over, he went forward to check and found nothing unusual.
"Miss Han's body is a little weak. She is fine. " Dr. Jiang asked about the taste of the wine, "Also, try not to drink as much as possible in the future. It hurts the liver. " "It will not happen in the future. " Lu Yiran looked coldly at the drunk woman who was unconscious, "According to her physical condition, research a set of best recuperation plans. "
"Got it, Director Lu. " Dr. Jiang nodded cautiously.
After sending Dr. Jiang off, Lu Yiran returned to the bed. Han Zhiyu came up to him again without any exceptions.
"Lu Yiran, I'm cold. . . "
Lu Yiran's hand trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.
He did not go too deep, and only traced it bit by bit.
Her completely relaxed body did not have the usual rational restraint. She enjoyed the kiss very much, and her arms unconsciously hooked around his neck.
Lu Yiran's brows knitted even more tightly. Every soft snort he heard made him unable to extricate himself from it.
The deeper he kissed, the more his fingers caressed her smooth and soft skin.
Just as his lips let go of her, the arm around his neck pulled him back.
"And. . . "
Lu Yiran lowered his eyes,. . . ""
The woman beneath him was like a child who could not get any candy. Her voice was soft and soft, like the tip of a feather.
His eyes gradually darkened. He lowered his head and pressed it against her lips. His voice was completely hoarse. " I will say it again. What do you want?" Han Zhiyu closed her eyes and moved her lips closer to him. She kept kissing him, but he was too far away for her to kiss him.
The man who refused to cooperate seemed to make her very anxious. Just as his hands were placed on his face, he pulled them off and held them tightly.
"Zhiyu, say it again, he said. Hm?" Lu Yiran restrained his breathing and leaned against her ear corridor as if he was luring her, "I'll give it to you if you say it again. "
She lazily narrowed her eyes and muttered, I'll give it to you if you say it again. " Am I. . . Dreaming?"
"You're having a spring dream. " Without thinking, he ground her earlobe and held her hand downwards. "Tell me, Zhiyu, do you love me?"
She looked at the deep, shadowy faces in the darkness. Her restless heart seemed to have been pacified by his tone.
The bewitching voice was clear and hoarse, and it was clear that she was forcing him. "Answer me. Do you love me?"
Han Zhiyu's eyes were stunned. She looked at the blurry and clear outline of the handsome face in front of her.
She must be dreaming.
Just as she opened her mouth, he kissed her not lightly but not heavily.
All the words she wanted to say were swallowed by this kiss, and the sound dissipated into her throat.
She felt like she was a drowning person, still rising and falling in the icy cold sea.
Her breathing was completely sucked out, but it was not cold.
Only her head was filled with drunkenness, and her entire body was filled with his aura. He wanted to drown her.
After kissing for a long time, she breathed heavily, but she was still drowning just now.
"Do you still want more?" The man's clear and hoarse voice kept echoing in her ears.
Lu Yiran lowered his head and buried his head on the shoulder beside her face, constantly sucking and biting.
Under the contrast of his hot blood surging wildly, there was something sinking in his heart.
He actually did not dare to hear her answer the question he asked.
Lu Yiran put his lower lip down a little self-deprecatingly. His forehead was pressed against her forehead, and he was intertwining his breathing in an attempt to calm himself down.
He would rather ask her if she wanted it or not, than ask if she loved it or not.
His body was hot, and he could hear the intermittent cold in his ears. It was like the soft cry of a cat, eating away at his rationality bit by bit.
Her voice echoed in his head again. Lu Yiran, I want to divorce you. . .
He closed his eyes for a long time and slowly pulled down her arm. "Sleep. "
Lu Yiran turned around and wanted to get off the bed. He saw the phone screen by the bed and it was a message from Wang Ziyue.
"Lu Yiran, Han Zhiyu let her go because you were drunk. "
He lowered his eyes and held the phone tightly with his fingers.
If he didn't want to divorce, he would use alcohol to get rid of his worries?
"Lu. . . Lu Yiran. . . "
A pair of arms stretched out from his back and tied him up helplessly, as if he was afraid of being left behind.
"I'm. . . So cold. . . "
His voice was so delicate that it seemed to have condensed into a thin string and shattered.
The sound of crying was hidden in the deepest part, trembling.
"Lu Yiran. . . I'm so scared. . . "
Lu Yiran's head was hit by something and shattered.
He turned around and saw her moist eyelashes. Her entire body was trembling.
He had never seen her so fragile, like a porcelain doll that would be crushed with a fall.
"Zhiyu. . . " Lu Yiran once again pulled her onto his leg and lowered his eyes.
One hand hugged her waist and the other wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
She buried her whole body into his chest and hugged his neck tightly. Her pair of long white legs also tightly wrapped around his waist.
Lu Yiran lightly caressed her back, and only wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get rid of her tonight.
"Lu Yiran. . . "
"Hmm?" He responded in a low voice.
After a long while, he still sounded casual and emotionless. "Zhiyu, do you love me?"
A weak voice came from his chest, "Love. "
His movements froze, and the phone in his hand almost fell down.
His thin lips trembled, and a mechanical voice came out of his mouth, "Say it again?"
Her lips were pressed against his chest, as if she did not know what she wanted to do. She only knew that she wanted to get closer to him and get closer.
Her fingers unconsciously tugged at his messy shirt.
Teng's hands used the man's strength to grab hold of it, and in an instant, he fell onto the bed.
Lu Yiran almost stopped breathing. All his emotions gathered in his dark and deep eyes, reflecting her shadow.
Her hoarse voice was as light as the wind. I'll say it again. Zhiyu, do you love me?"
Han Zhiyu half-opened her eyes and lifted her head. Her lips pressed against his chin, "Love!"
His heart had never been shaken at this moment. It was as if all the blood in his body had been used up and was constantly boiling within his body.
The strong impulse to clear his mouth caused him to kiss her heavily on her lips.
He felt that he was about to lose his reason. He kissed her as he untied her clothes.
He stuck close to her slightly swollen lips and repeated, "Continue, who do you love?"
She almost couldn't breathe. She couldn't hear what he said at all.
The man kissed downwards, from her lips to her chin, neck, collarbone. . .
It wrapped around her tightly, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
"Zhiyu, be good and say it quickly. "
. . . "" She did not know what to say at all. Under his continuous kisses, her mind went blank.
Lu Yiran caught her chin once again and repeated in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you want me?"
. . . "Yes. "
He kissed her lips as a reward and grabbed her hand. "Then answer me, do you love me?"