CEO's Forced Love

Getting close, ye Zhiqiu smelled the light smell of soap and probably guessed that Huo Zhongxiao came after taking a bath.

The bathed body exudes the masculinity that belongs to men alone. It's hot and the charm that inadvertently shows is even more fascinating.

Seeing that he was wearing a training suit and the cloth was a little thick, I suddenly wanted to ask him if it was hot.

What she didn't know was that Huo Zhongxiao didn't receive the phone. When she came back, she didn't answer. Thinking that something had happened to her, she came with her coat hanging at the head of the bed.

There are trees nearby, the light is dim, and you can't see each other's face clearly. But when you are alone with Huo Zhongxiao, ye Zhiqiu feels inexplicably embarrassed, even if his heart is still a little sweet.

May still not fully adapt to the fact that they are together.

As if she suddenly remembered something, she loosened his hard training clothes: "I'll go back to the dormitory and wait for me."

Then he ran to the gate of the dormitory building, and the cheerful slender figure immediately disappeared in the hall.

Huo Zhongxiao stood next to the locust tree with Ye Zhiqiu's happy face when he passed the floor to ceiling window of the dormitory building in his mind. He looked up at the brightly lit dormitories. In fact, he didn't quite understand why he came to her so recklessly.

He doesn't know if this is the feeling of love Yao lie said before. Although they haven't broken contact for a day, he can't help but want to meet her face to face. This feeling seems more profound than love. When I was seventeen or eighteen, I didn't have hazy feelings for the opposite sex. That should be the stage that all men will experience. At the age of twenty-three or four, all emotions are like the wind without trace, and will no longer be easily revealed. Now he is thirty, but he clearly feels that there is an unprecedented violent emotion surging at the bottom of his heart, dominating his brain and body, making him more and more unlike himself.

However, only a woman has this feeling. He doesn't resist, or even... Enjoy it.

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Ye Zhiqiu ran into the dormitory and rummaged on his desk. His excessive action attracted others to turn their heads and look at her.

"What are you looking for?" the duck asked her with a spicy stick.

Ye Zhiqiu found something in the storage box, held it, breathed out a sigh of relief, said "nothing" and opened the door to go out.

Ma Ningning also said behind her: "who are you in such a hurry to see!"

"Qin Shisheng!" afraid of their suspicion, ye Zhiqiu went to the balcony to look around. Ye Zhiqiu had to lie. After talking, people had already gone down the stairs.

She rushed down the last step of the staircase and suddenly stopped. She seemed to think of something. She turned her head and took a picture of the window on the door of the nearby power supply room, grabbed some long hair, and ran out with her slippers after she was sure that there was no longer a problem of appearance.

Just out of the dormitory gate, Huo Zhongxiao's figure came into her view.

He is leaning against the strong locust tree, holding a mobile phone in his right hand. He is looking down. He is quite focused. He doesn't know what he is looking at.

Ye Zhiqiu deliberately took a light step and crept closer, trying to scare him.

After taking a few steps, the soles of her right feet suddenly tightened. The pain made her breathe coldly. Although it was a slight movement, Huo Zhongxiao had looked up.

Embarrassed to pestle there, ye Zhiqiu's face began to get hot.

She didn't dare to move, it hurt badly when she moved, and she didn't dare to shake off her slippers on the road, sit on the ground and touch her feet.

Huo Zhongxiao put away his mobile phone without trace, walked to her side and noticed her slightly pale face: "what's the matter?"

"It seems that the soles of the feet... Have cramps." Ye Zhiqiu wants to open a seam and drill in.

As soon as the voice fell, his feet suddenly hung in the air.

The sudden sense of weightlessness made her reach out and grab something that could keep her balance. When she reacted, the person had been held horizontally by Ye Zhiqiu, and her two arms were hanging his shoulder blades. With his walking, her palms were tightly attached to the tense muscles of his back through his training clothes.

"Is it here?"

Sitting on the bench, hearing Huo Zhongxiao's inquiry, ye Zhiqiu's small face turned red, but he still gave a vague hum.

Huo Zhongxiao squats in front of her. Ye Zhiqiu can't see his face clearly. He can only see a spin on his head. His hair is very black and short. His hair looks hard. I don't know how it feels. Her right foot is wrapped by his dry and warm hand and placed on his half kneeling leg.

There was a lump in the hollow of her foot.

Huo Zhongxiao hung his eyes and massaged around the bag with slender and powerful fingers. He was gentle but did not lose his strength. He looked very serious.

Ye Zhiqiu clasped the chair with her hands behind her, and the delicate skin on her feet touched his thick palm and finger belly. It was not uncomfortable. On the contrary, she felt very comfortable, and the pain on the soles of her feet gradually disappeared. In his kneading action, her toes curled up uncontrollably, like an expression of harmful shame.

"How do you feel now?" Huo Zhongxiao looked up and asked her.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded hurriedly.

He didn't put her feet back in her slippers immediately. He seemed worried and continued to pinch for a while.

Through the road light, ye Zhiqiu quietly watched the man massaging himself. He couldn't express this emotion in his heart at the moment. It seemed that everything was superfluous.

She suddenly put her hand in front of him: "give me your cell phone."

Huo Zhongxiao looked up again and looked at her arrogant appearance. The bottom of his eyes seemed to smile, very shallow and gentle: "what do you want to do?"

"Will you give it?" she asked without answering, and sent her hand forward.

“……”

Huo Zhongxiao answered directly with practical action.