CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Han Zhiyu held her breath because of fear.    

Lu Yiran suddenly let go of her and took a step back.    

The gloomy aura in his eyes did not dissipate much. He stared straight at Han Zhiyu's frightened eyes.    

"I. . . Did not do it on purpose. . . "    

His aura was too strong and Han Zhiyu could not help but explain.    

He looked at the blood at the corner of Lu Yiran's mouth and his tongue swept across.    

The atmosphere in the entire office was suffocating.    

He blocked the light outside the window and only covered her in the shadows he created. It was as if he was imprisoned in his world and could not see a way out.    

"I don't have that much patience. "    

The desire in his eyes was very straightforward.    

Han Zhiyu leaned there, the back of her ears still warm. She did not dare to look at Lu Yiran's invasive eyes.    

"Han Zhiyu, how long are you going to delay?"    

Her words and questioning sounded like an interrogation.    

"I. . . I'm not ready. "    

Han Zhiyu spoke softly.    

"You like me. "    

This was not a question, but a confirmation.    

In these ten or so days of interaction, he had grasped the scale very well.    

After allowing the doctor to remove the plaster, what awaited him was her reaction.    

Han Zhiyu did not mention leaving again.    

When she looked at his eyes, sometimes she would dodge, but she would follow his figure.    

She did not completely forget him as she had said.    

"I. . . Did not. . . "    

Han Zhiyu seemed to have been stabbed in her heart. Her eyes that were originally avoiding looked at Lu Yiran as if she wanted to prove it, but they were sucked into his eyes again.    

His face was full of certainty. It made her feel that her thoughts were completely exposed in his eyes.    

He could easily control her emotions.    

After closing the last step, Lu Yiran closed the net like a fisherman. In an instant, Han Zhiyu was in his hands. When he suddenly got closer, his whole body was filled with an invasive aura.    

Han Zhiyu was still in a panic when she was discovered by him. She could not hide her emotions.    

As Lu Yiran suddenly approached, her body reflexively moved to the side.    

She took a few steps back and took a deep breath. She looked at Lu Yiran, whose face did not look good.    

"This is the instinct to look at good-looking people, just like how men like to look at beautiful women. Even if I was tempted for a moment, it doesn't mean that I can do something more intimate with you. I can't accept it. . . "    

Lu Yiran frowned and looked at Han Zhiyu.    

People who were used to controlling everything, when they heard Han Zhiyu admit what she thought, actually rejected him. He was very displeased with such an accident.    

"I have said it before, my patience is not good. "    

She pursed her lips and looked at Han Zhiyu, who was pushing her hand away.    

He did not have patience and waited for her to get used to it.    

"Two. . . One month. . . "    

Han Zhiyu bit her lips. She felt a little awkward when her thoughts were discovered but she realized that she could not hide it at all.    

When she said two months, she found that Lu Yiran's expression had become even uglier.    

She could only bend one of her two fingers.    

Lu Yiran looked at Han Zhiyu, his eyes deep and bottomless.    

He did not know what he was trying to figure out, but he just stared at Han Zhiyu.    

"Half a month. "    

After a short silence, her thin lips opened again and directly gave a discount.    

Han Zhiyu's expression changed and her hands quietly tightened as she tightly bit her lips. A few seconds later, "Twenty days. . . "    

Just when Han Zhiyu thought that she would be killed by his gaze, she saw Lu Yiran coldly withdraw his gaze and turn around.    

Han Zhiyu, who had been tense all this time, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.    

She thought that he would not agree.    

"This is the last time. "    

As Lu Yiran turned around, he took the thermos to his desk and started to scoop the soup.    

Han Zhiyu stood there quietly with her long eyelashes hanging down.    

"Why aren't you leaving?" Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Maybe you are still looking forward to what happens after the kiss?"    

Han Zhiyu's face turned hot and she hurriedly turned around to leave.    

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M City    

"Wang Ziyue turned on the light when she entered the room.    

In the living room of the suddenly lit up villa, the man sitting on the sofa had a pair of deep eyes fixed on her.    

The tiredness of the day seemed to have been drained in an instant.    

Even if she just sat there quietly, the way he looked at the prisoner could always make people nervous.    

"It's you. " But in a moment, she yawned lazily and threw the bag to the side. She didn't even look at him out of the corner of her eye. She walked in from the entrance and said, "Didn't you follow Lu Yiran to Paris? Why did you come back so soon?"    

Wang Ziyue lowered her head and changed into slippers. From the corner of her eye, she saw a tall figure rapidly approaching from the mirror wall beside her.    

However, when she turned around, he pressed her against the wall and trapped her within the range of his body.    

"You don't welcome me?" Chen Tian's voice was hoarse and tired because he couldn't sleep well. His eyes were bloodshot. "There are some things. Shouldn't you explain it to me?"    

Wang Ziyue leaned against the wall. The coldness on her back made her fatigue disperse a little.    

After this day, it was time for her to be physically and mentally exhausted.    

If it was not for his ability to enter her room and wait, she would not want to see him at all.    

But Chen Tian was Chen Tian. Wang Ziyue had known him for more than a day or two.    

No matter how gentle his tone sounded, it could clearly feel the toughness in his bones.    

"It seems like I have explained it to you. It is time. You did not ask me to stay with you at the beginning. I should have moved out long ago. " Wang Ziyue had a casual smile on the corner of her mouth. She looked at the position of his shoulder and her eyes were somewhat cold. "Besides, your injuries are also healed a long time ago. I don't need to take care of you anymore, right?"    

Chen Tian held her big palm and unconsciously tightened it. No matter how much he restrained his emotions, his voice became a little harsh, "Wang Ziyue, you know what I am asking. "    

She looked up and met his eyes that seemed to be able to seep out ink. She said with a long voice. "You said that we will break up or get married. I will choose and not force me. You don't want to go back on your word now, do you? "    

He pursed his lips and looked at her for a moment. " Now you want to say we break up? Why? "    

"No reason. I was forced to promise you. If I don't say break up, then why do I need to say 'why'?" Wang Ziyue slowly pulled out her wrist and leaned against the wall, "Since you are so serious and curious, it means that I passed the test in the past two months. Back then, you said that pretending to be good enough and lying to you is enough. "    

She had delicate makeup on her face. The dark light from the wall lamp seemed to cover her whole body with a layer of gauze. Her eyes were a little blurred. It was as unreal as what she had said.