C203 Is It Because of My Indulgence That You Don't Know Who You Are
C203 Is It Because of My Indulgence That You Don't Know Who You Are
After saying that, Lu Yiran withdrew his hand from Han Zhiyu's chin and grabbed her arm, then walked towards the Bentley on the side of the road.
Han Zhiyu was caught off guard by his pull and staggered to catch up with his footsteps.
Xie Ziyi wanted to go forward to follow, but was stopped by Chen Tian.
He could only watch the two of them leave after getting on the car.
Along the way, Lu Yiran's face was gloomy. He did not say a word to Han Zhiyu.
Han Zhiyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, bit her lips and lowered her head.
She originally wanted to find Xie Ziyi to understand about the disc, but she did not expect Lu Yiran to suddenly appear there. After that, things developed to this stage.
When the car reached the entrance of the villa, Lu Yiran got out of the car with a gloomy expression. He opened the passenger door of the car and grabbed her wrist without saying anything. He then walked out of the car.
"Lu Yiran, let me go. " Han Zhiyu naturally resisted.
However, Lu Yiran did not care about it. The strength of his grip on her wrist did not decrease by a bit.
When they walked to the living room, Auntie Zhao came out with an apron and greeted, "Mr. Lu, you and your wife are back so early. I want to have dinner. . . "
"No need to prepare. You go back first. " Lu Yiran did not even turn his head and directly instructed her.
Auntie Zhao was stunned at first, then she noticed that Lu Yiran's face was not good, so she untied the apron and band and quietly walked out.
Lu Yiran brought Han Zhiyu all the way to the bedroom on the second floor.
Just as they entered the bedroom, Han Zhiyu finally shook off his hand and frowned as she looked up to ask him. "Lu Yiran, what do you want?"
With just one look, Han Zhiyu was stunned.
Because Lu Yiran's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold without any warmth.
He approached Han Zhiyu step by step, and his eyes were like a hunting leopard, staring at the prey in front of him.
Under his gaze, Han Zhiyu's heart trembled. She could not help but swallow her saliva as she carefully took a step back.
Unconsciously, Lu Yiran had already slowly forced Han Zhiyu to the edge of the bed.
Han Zhiyu did not notice that just as her legs touched the edge of the bed, she cried out in surprise and fell backwards.
The person in front of her also started to move. When Han Zhiyu reacted, she found that she was already under Lu Yiran.
Such a dangerous posture immediately alerted her, but just as she moved, she was suppressed by him.
"Lu Yiran, let me go. " Han Zhiyu struggled and said.
"Let go of you, then what? Continue to look for Xie Ziyi?" Lu Yiran's hand pressed down on her two wrists and asked condescendingly.
"No, I'm not going to look for him. Let me go first. " Han Zhiyu tried her best to answer patiently.
"Mrs Lu might have forgotten that you have also made such a promise, but what about it? In the end, it was just a lie. " Lu Yiran sneered. His tone was full of disbelief.
This time, Han Zhiyu was completely angered. She began to struggle hard again. "This time, I did not look for him like you think. I just have something important to ask him. "
"What is it?" Lu Yiran stared at her with his deep eyes, as if he was looking forward to something.
Han Zhiyu stopped struggling when she heard him.
What was she going to say now? Was she going to ask Xie Ziyi about the disc?
If that was the case, wouldn't it expose the content of the disk?
She didn't know that Lu Yiran already had the disk in his hand, and because of Han Zhiyu's silence, her face darkened once again.
Earlier, it was like this in front of the Xie's Group, and now it was like this again. Could it be that she was going to protect Xie Ziyi just like that?
A dull pain suddenly spread out from his heart, as if something was silently tearing apart, and it was so clear that it could drown out one's nerves.
Lu Yiran leaned forward and pressed his thin lips against hers. His low and hoarse voice was slow and steady, and no emotions could be heard, "Han Zhiyu, is it because of my indulgence that you don't know who you are?"
"Lu Yiran, don't be unreasonable, hmm. . . " The pain on her wrist interrupted her voice.
Han Zhiyu was pressed tightly on the bed. Her lips were numb from the kiss, without any hint of gentleness.
Her movements were urgent and fierce. The root of her tongue hurt.
She could not dodge no matter how hard she tried. Just as she was about to bite down, her chin was grabbed by the man's big palm and could not close again.
She could only open her mouth and let him do whatever he wanted in her mouth.
In the entire room, she could only hear each other's strong breathing and the ambiguous sound of their mouths stirring.
It was as if the air in her lungs was about to be sucked dry.
She furrowed her brows and continued to struggle. One of her legs was free, and she wanted to kick it without thinking.
However, before she could even try, she was already predicted by him.
Lu Yiran quickly pressed down on her leg.
He withdrew from her mouth. His breathing was obviously hoarse, but his eyes were still filled with suppressed anger, "What? You don't like it anymore?"
"Go away!" Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was extremely clear.
The hand on her face loosened her jaw and slowly caressed her contours. "Zhiyu, since I have chosen you to be my wife, I will not let go of you easily. "
Han Zhiyu only looked at him with tears in her eyes and did not say a word.
Lu Yiran's head slowly lowered and was about to kiss her lips, but unexpectedly she tilted her head and avoided it.
"Zhiyu, don't reject me. The consequences are not what you want to bear. "
He heard his words without any warmth. Before he could reply, he felt him reach out and pull away the skirt on his body.
"I don't want it, Lu Yiran, don't touch me!" Han Zhiyu's face was pale and she subconsciously rejected him.
Lu Yiran's eyes were cold, and one hand continued to press her hands over her head. He took off the scarf from her wrist and tied her hands up.
"Lu Yiran, you, what do you want?" Han Zhiyu's face turned pale when she realized what he was doing.
"You are so disobedient, of course I have to punish you. " After he tied it up, he looked at her indifferently and tied a knot on the scarf.
Han Zhiyu pursed her lips slightly and her gaze was still fixed on him, "Lu Yiran, you cannot do this. "
This bastard. . .
Right now, both of her legs were pressed down by his knees and her hands were tied above her head. There was no place for her to exert her strength from top to bottom.
"Zhiyu, you know, I can do it. "
When Lu Yiran said this, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Seeing that she did not cooperate, his eyes turned red and he endured it. He only paused for a moment.
One hand pressed down on her hands, the other pulled her chin back and kissed her again.