CEO's Forced Love

You don't have to restrain yourself in front of her, including the pressing desire.

Ye Zhiqiu's slender fingers rubbed the back of the man's neck, and the pulp of the fingers slid over the hair root like a layer of barbs, in contrast to the softness between lips and teeth.

The wet and sticky kiss moved from her mouth to her jaw, and ye Zhiqiu couldn't tremble.

During the kiss, the white T on her body had been pushed to her armpit.

The man's big hand swam gently on her back, and the rough palm touched the smooth and delicate skin, which made her feel palpitating.

Huo Zhongxiao's thin lips kissed her slightly undulating part with her breathing, and his big hands held up her fullness through her apricot underwear, holding her snow-white skin.

Ye Zhiqiu bowed her head and felt a little itchy when she was kissed by him. She leaned back, but she couldn't hide the tantalizing feeling.

She suddenly wanted to laugh because it itched.

In fact, ye Zhiqiu really laughed.

Huo Zhongxiao raised his head, hugged her big hand and didn't let go. His eyes were full of tenderness. He also seemed to laugh. His voice was a little hoarse and asked her, "what are you laughing at?"

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, pursed his lips and continued to smile, taking the initiative to hold his tall body.

Then he said in his arms, "the smell of sweat is so heavy that it stinks."

Huo Zhongxiao hugged her, and ye Zhiqiu's body was as thin as a grip in his arms.

His hard chin was against her head, his voice was low and a little loose, very magnetic: "now do you know how to dislike?"

"No," said Ye Zhiqiu, embracing him with tenderness on his lips, "I don't dislike it."

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While Huo Zhongxiao was taking a bath, ye Zhiqiu began to clean up the bedroom.

Even if she says verbally that she is most tired of doing housework.

The bedspread smelled of cold dust. Ye Zhiqiu took a new bed from the wardrobe and changed it. She found another unwanted clothes as a rag and wiped the bedside table and other furniture with water.

Huo Zhongxiao came out of the bathroom and saw the busy figure in the living room.

Ye Zhiqiu is half squatting and wiping the tea table with a rag. Her hair is tied behind her head at will by rubber tendons, and several strands of hair fall on her temples disobediently.

She had no make-up. Under the bright light, her whole white face seemed to be quenched with Yingying luster.

Men are most attractive when they work hard.

So women should be the most attractive when doing housework quietly.

It's a charm that can't be expressed in words.

Ye Zhiqiu squatted with sore legs. She stood up and wanted to move. Before opening her arms, a pair of dark wheat colored hands had hugged her waist.

Huo Zhongxiao hugged her from behind.

Just after taking a bath, the man's temperature is higher than usual, with a little moisture.

Ye Zhiqiu shoved the rag into his hand, "now it's your turn to wipe it. I'll take a bath. My clothes are stuck on my back!"

Huo Zhongxiao took the rag and let her go: "go."

"I'm so tired..." Ye Zhiqiu muttered and complained.

Looking at her back stretching back to the room, Huo Zhongxiao unconsciously smiled, took over her work and began to wipe the half covered tea table.

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Ye Zhiqiu dries his hair and climbs onto the bed. Huo Zhongxiao is reading with his back against the head of the bed.

He found the book while cleaning the tea table.

"What book do you read so seriously?" said Ye Zhiqiu. She went to take the book in Huo Zhongxiao's hand and looked at the cover. She looked up and asked, "the original wish Sutra in Tibet? Do you read the Buddhist sutra?"

Ye Zhiqiu remembers that this Buddhist Scripture was given to him by a nun who knocked on the door last time.

The paper of the book is of poor quality.

Ye Zhiqiu turned a few pages casually and raised his eyes with great interest, "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell? From this book?"

Huo Zhongxiao took her arm and put the man in his arms. He put her on his arm. The bridge of his straight nose rubbed her ears and said with a faint smile, "you bought this book. You don't know?"

"How can I read such a book?"

"What kind of books do you read?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked up and looked at him mysteriously: "do you want to know?"

Looking at her expression, Huo Zhongxiao guessed that it would not be a world famous work, but he followed her words: "tell me."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at his calm appearance, smiled badly, and said something in her mouth: "I like reading the book of songs best, such as..." she deliberately paused for a few seconds, touched the edge of his underwear with one hand, leaned in, crossed the dense and slightly hard hair, suddenly held his gun handle of Yanqi Xigu, and said, "a pillar of heaven is in the red tent."

Huo Zhongxiao immediately raised his gun and surrendered.

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The next day, ye Zhiqiu woke up first.

In fact, she is not the kind of person with biological clock standard. In recent years in Fengcheng, she often goes to bed in the early morning. On days when she doesn't send Jane Huan to work, she will sleep until noon. On weekends, she can spend a day in bed with her mobile phone.

Next to him, Huo Zhongxiao is still sleeping.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him, then reached for his mobile phone and made sure it was only 6 a.m. before he was relieved.

Being with him has brought him a lot of trouble. Lao Zhao's words are still clear in her ears. She doesn't want to make him lose his tongue at work because of herself.

Ye Zhiqiu turned a little sideways and stared at Huo Zhongxiao's face half buried in the pillow, strong and angular.

His bare shoulders, smooth lines and strong texture may be due to the light in the morning. In her eyes, he is particularly sexy.

Ye Zhiqiu doesn't know whether other men and women in love are so frequent.

It's like being addicted. It's not enough to ask for it. It seems that watching each other can produce impulses and degenerate to the point that there are only the most primitive laws / movements in the world

She felt that she was leading Huo Zhongxiao astray.

At least when I first met him, he looked pure and lustless. He was not a man with strong sexual desire.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Although the vibration was set last night, it still made a buzzing sound.