CEO's Forced Love

When she was ready to get up, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and fixed his slightly lax eyes on her face.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu was surprised that he didn't sleep. Thinking about his words and deeds, he blushed like a fire.

For a moment, I forgot what kind of response to make.

Just like this, I leaned against the couch and stared at him in the orange light.

She even smelled the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of tobacco, as if it was lingering in her mouth and nose.

Huo Zhongxiao lay on the chair, maintaining his original position and looking at her quietly.

His eyes faded, like the confusion when he just opened them. He was a little drunk. There was no smile and no judgment on his face. He just looked at her quietly.

The cigarette between your fingers has burned to the end of the cigarette.

The light white ash fell and sprinkled on the plush carpet.

Ye Zhiqiu's mind flashed his middle finger at the military green horse shepherd that night. Under his quiet and deep eyes, her disguise seemed to have nowhere to hide. From then on, she couldn't do what she wanted. She didn't like the feeling of being held.

And this person will watch her performances like a monkey show, and may still despise her and laugh at her in his heart.

She was at an age when she didn't admit defeat in everything and didn't want to be controlled by others. Thinking about his indifferent look at the door of the funeral home and the indifference in the car, a little shame in her heart began to sprout and grow, and gradually turned into a bold and strange emotion.

Her slender fingers pinched the quilt and pulled it up. She smiled: "little uncle, sleep here. If you don't cover the quilt, be careful to catch a cold."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't take his hand back immediately.

Cool fingers, like inadvertently, stretched through the gap between the quilt and the couch, covered the man's solid and warm chest, and said naive words: "it's so cold, little uncle, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

She looked up at him and found him staring deeply at herself.

She didn't speak, and no longer avoided her hand as she did a few days ago. Such a change was different from what she expected.

There was a faint panic in her heart and she wanted to take her hand back immediately, but the truth was - she didn't do that, and the smile on her lips was more gorgeous: "sister Tang said you went out to dinner with your friends. What kind of friends are you? You can't drive after drinking. Did they send you back?"

Huo Zhongxiao's eyes were calm and silent, and he stared at her.

He may be waiting for her to retreat, for her to find the shame of her behavior, and for her to run away the next second.

This panic turned the body into stubbornness.

She looked at him without fear.

The hand slides up and down along the button of the shirt and goes in from the collar. There is no longer any barrier. The cool palm is close to the strong chest with clear texture.

Her eyes locked his eyes, trying to see the panic that pleased her.

"Little uncle, your body is so hot, is it hot?" she looked worried, but her hands were restlessly kneaded back and forth.

When her fingertips swept the small particles, she began to be nervous and bent her fingers slightly.

Huo Zhongxiao's far-reaching black eyes looked directly at the unscrupulous girl in front of him.

Her eyes are a little dodgy. Her long wet hair is scattered around her waist, slightly curled and messy, which makes her cheeks white and red. Her lip color is red, the corners of her lips are curved, half true and half false, with a ironic smile. There is a faint fragrance of shampoo and shower gel in her hair and body

A sportswear with long trousers and long sleeves, and a high collar covering the neck for fear of being taken advantage of.

But she is really beautiful.

In this late night, in this room without a third person, Huo Zhongxiao's brain suddenly jumped out of this cognition, direct, without any disguise.

It belongs to men's eyes on women.

He blamed this on the chain reaction after getting drunk. His temples began to swell and ache again. Suddenly he grabbed her disorderly hand across the quilt.

"Ah ~" Ye Zhiqiu whispered. His hand was firmly held and the man's long arm was pulled.

Caught off guard, she fell forward, knocked her knee to the chair, hurt, and directly pressed on Huo Zhongxiao.

Ye Zhiqiu fell on his chest. Just now, he opened his mouth slightly, his lips were just printed with his protruding Adam's apple, and his teeth were knocked up. All his faces were buried in his neck. His breathing was full of strong male breath, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

She put her hands on the chair. There was no previous boldness. She wanted to get up, but the big hand close to her back waist pressed her back.

I've never been so panicked

Huo Zhongxiao looked at her trembling coldly. For a long time, he moved forward, his thin lips close to her ears, and his voice was very low: "don't look at people like this next time. Remember, I'm your uncle."

With that, he loosened his hand and didn't start looking at the dark scene outside the window: "go out."

As the elders should have.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up with the pain on her knee. In her panic, she was wronged. She suddenly wanted to cry, like a child who was scolded by an adult.

After she left, Huo Zhongxiao lifted the quilt and sat up.

His long legs fell on the carpet. He sat by the chair, his slender fingers wringing the center of his eyebrows. A moment later, he took the cigarette box and lighter.

Light blue flames darted from the hole of the lighter.

He lit a cigarette again, with a cigarette between his fingers. The curling smoke dissipated between the windows like a silent sigh.