C118 I've Lost My Voice
C118 I've Lost My Voice
She only knew that the face in front of her was filled with longing, "Love. "
"Who do you love?" He continued to kiss in dissatisfaction, trying to persuade her, "Who am I?! Hm?"
"Lu Yiran. . . " She had a headache. In her daze, every breath she took was his. "You're so noisy. "
"Speak!"
. . . " I love you. "
His hands were placed on the buttons of the shirt on his chest. The man said in a deep voice, "Unbutton it. "
Her hands trembled without strength, and a few buttons were unbutton under his kiss for a long time.
She knew that after unbutton the last button, the shirt was thrown to the side.
"What else?" His eyes were dark red, and his voice was even more hoarse. He ordered, "Take it off. "
"Oh. . . "
With a soft thud, the belt fell to the ground.
He almost had no reason and immediately took her. . .
He could not say how many times he wanted her, but he had never enjoyed himself so much in both body and mind.
Every time, it was a direct hit to the depths of madness.
The wild beast in the man's heart grew bigger and bigger, especially when he heard the hoarse sound of her crying. It became worse and worse.
He kept asking the same question over and over again, asking her to answer him again and again.
He would never get tired of listening to her.
Her obedience and cooperation throughout the night had greatly satisfied him, both physically and mentally.
After Lu Yiran released her, he lowered his eyes to look at the tear-faced woman.
She had been bullied, and her body was covered in green and purple marks.
Her eyes were so red that they were pitiful.
Her black hair was covered in sweat, and it was clear black and white on her face. It was especially tempting.
"Zhiyu. . . " He picked her up and wiped away her tears.
He also heard her unconsciously cry and repeat, "No. No. . . I love you, no more okay. . . "
Lu Yiran was stunned for a moment. He lifted his lips and kissed her face.
He had forced her to say love to him countless times.
Maybe her throat was not hoarse because of the bed sheets, but because he forced her to say love to him. . .
However, in the end, no matter how she cooperated with him, he did not plan to do as she wished.
He couldn't refuse, he had to!
"Zhiyu, take a bath before sleeping. "
Her sobbing voice was still trembling with grievance, "I love you. "
"I know. After you take a shower, sleep. " He rubbed her hair. "I won't do it anymore, I'll let you rest. "
She felt weak all over. She leaned against his bare chest and said softly, "I'm tired. "
Lu Yiran hugged her and washed her clean. He said casually, "Zhiyu, do you not want to deny it when you wake up?"
“. . . ”
In the bathtub, the woman leaning in his arms had already fallen asleep.
It's alright, This time, she didn't want to admit it.
Lu Yiran raised her head and kissed her again. "Be good. "
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The next morning, the vibration of his phone woke Lu Yiran up.
The moment he woke up, his hand touched the woman in his arms, and he stopped moving.
She quietly fell asleep, her face full of exhaustion.
Countless traces of him left behind on her white skin last night.
Lu Yiran narrowed his eyes and looked at the side of her sleeping face.
He pursed his lips, and the feeling of his throat drying up started again.
It was indeed not suitable to see such a scene in the morning.
He reached out and picked up the vibrating phone to take a look at Wang Ziyue's message.
Oh, and he even set a password.
The person beside him suddenly moved and his soft body pulled out from his embrace.
"You're awake?"
Han Zhiyu had just woken up when she heard a light voice beside her.
Before she opened her eyes, she felt that her entire body was in great pain. It was as if every inch of her bones had been violently ravaged.
This feeling was really familiar.
"Are you hungry?"
Then, another sentence.
Han Zhiyu opened her eyes and her heart slowly sank.
She did not remember what happened yesterday and only remembered that she wanted to drink and could not find Wang Ziyue. Coincidentally, she ran into Zhang Jing and the two of them went.
After one cup after another, she felt that it was rare for her to have a chance to get drunk.
Perhaps when she was drunk, she did not need to worry about anything.
The last memory was that she was so tired that she fell asleep on her stomach.
"I'm not hungry. "
She almost couldn't recognize the voice that spoke.
What happened last night? Her throat was hoarse.
Lu Yiran tilted his head and looked at her absentminded face. "I'll eat some moisturizing slices later. "
She looked at him with a complicated and obscure gaze. She pursed her lips slightly and looked at the phone in his hand before saying, "What are you doing with my phone?"
"I'm returning it to you. " Lu Yiran handed it over. "You have a message. I didn't read it. "
There was a hint of distrust in the corner of her eyes as she sneered and took the phone back.
"Because there is a password. "
Han Zhiyu put the phone to the side and pulled the bed sheet to cover her chest. "You saw it without the password, right?"
"It might be someone else's, but I'm not interested in Wang Ziyue's message. " Lu Yiran lowered his voice and approached her.
It would be strange if he was interested in their text messages.
"Lu Yiran, you. . . "
Under the blanket, both of their bodies were completely naked.
He leaned over and hugged her intimately.
Lu Yiran lowered his head to her forehead, then slowly kissed her on the tip of her nose.
He casually pressed down on her struggling hand and lifted it above her head.
When he kissed her lips, it was only a slight touch. The hoarse and sexy voice by her ear said, "Are you kicking me, or are you trying to wrap around my legs? I didn't ask for enough last night. You don't want to get out of bed today? "
Han Zhiyu did not say anything. The rapidly expanding heat in her abdomen had already shown the effect of her struggling.
She finally gave up struggling. She lazily opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face in front of her that made people unable to move their eyes away. "Then I won't move. You want me to get off the bed? "
"Don't you want to ask what happened yesterday?"
Han Zhiyu could not tell what was wrong with him. She probably felt that something was wrong with his eyes.
Her impression of him still lingered on his gloomy and cold expression when the two of them parted that morning.
However, after a night, she could not see a trace of coldness in his eyes.
There was only a profound depth that she could not understand, so thick that it was like ink that could not be melted.
"What's there to ask? The left and right are just things like after drinking and having sex. " Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and calmed her heart. She slightly curled her lips, "Director Lu, since you don't want me to not be able to get out of bed, why don't you let me down now?"
"Sure. " Lu Yiran smiled softly. He said, "But you can't wear the clothes from yesterday. I also asked Auntie to take the clothes from your cupboard out to wash them. It's fine if you want to go on like this and eat breakfast. It's also good to move around later. I have no problem with that. "
Han Zhiyu frowned and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with a trace of anger.
No matter how calm she was, it was impossible for her to walk around in his line of sight without putting on her clothes.
The man gently pinched her chin with his fingers and turned around, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Han Zhiyu laughed self-deprecatingly. She broke free of his shackles with her hands and slowly placed them on his shoulders, "My throat has been tortured by you to this state. What else do you want?"
Lu Yiran faintly stared at her. "When your throat is hoarse, didn't you call it yourself?"
. . . "" She frowned and a blush appeared on her face.
"You said too much. "
Han Zhiyu was shocked and blurted out, "What did I say?"