Addicted to sticking to her, the crazy CEO asks for a kiss every day

"Jian Xiaoan..."

The shortened distance between them made Jian Xiaoan nervous again.

Fu Nanchen picked her up and walked towards the bed. The feeling of her feet in the air made Jian Xiaoan hug his neck tightly with both hands.

Today's quilt cover is gray, the same color as the curtains, just like the night sky outside the window at this moment.

Jian Xiaoan lay down and pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly, leaving only her little head on the entire bed.

She turned her head to look at Fu Nanchen, only to see him walking to the other side of the bed, pressing the bedside curtain switch, and turning to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The curtains on both sides of the window slowly moved towards the middle, blocking a large area of ​​white gauze until they were completely closed.

Fu Nanchen turned around, glanced at Jian Xiaoan under the quilt, and walked straight over.

Jian Xiaoan held the edge of the quilt tightly with both hands, her palms filled with the soft quilt. Her eyes fell on the linear light opposite, and a chill rolled in on one side of her body.

"Jian Xiaoan, what are you thinking about?"

Fu Nanchen was already lying beside her, leaning on one side of his elbow, looking down at her.

"No...I didn't think..."

The information that Jian Xiaoan had searched online in the past two days had already emerged in his mind, all kinds of random and confusing information.

She had no intention of looking at Fu Nanchen at all. Her dark pupils moved left and right under her long eyelashes. There was a trace of calmness and composure on her face, but her heart was in turmoil.

Fu Nanchen looked at her saying one thing and thinking another, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Jian Xiaoan heard a rustling sound in her ears. When she looked up, she saw the towering Adam's apple and the faintly visible pectoral muscles.

His originally aggressive, sparkling black eyes now seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Fu Nanchen's movements were a little slow. He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. His slender knuckles rubbed back and forth between her eyebrows, and his fingertips brushed over the small mole at the corner of her eye, as if he couldn't look at her enough.

Jian Xiaoan could feel the warm breath on her face, and the slender wrist on her chest rose and fell with her breathing.

Fu Nanchen's kiss started from her forehead, then to her eyebrows, nose tip, cheeks, ear bones, eyes, and finally stopped at her pink lips.

His kiss was delicate and soft, his thin lips brushing against her lips, as if he was exploring and searching.

Jian Xiaoan's breathing was uneven from the kiss, and her crescent-like eyes under her long eyelashes were closed tightly, and she only opened them when Fu Nanchen stopped.

He looked into her confused eyes, then leaned over and rubbed her slender neck. He could feel her violently beating pulse.

"Jian Xiaoan...can you do it?"

Fu Nanchen said while kissing.

"......." Jian Xiaoan was silent.

"I...I don't know."

Can she or can't she have the final say?

"Can it be done?"

Fu Nanchen's fingers slid back and forth along her hair, and his fingertips rested on her pink earlobe. When he kissed there just now, she was trembling slightly.

"I said no... Can you let me go?" Jian Xiaoan said in a low voice, what if the wolf agreed.

"No." Fu Nanchen played with her hair with his fingers.

Jian Xiaoan turned her head away and didn't want to look at him, just treating it as nonsense.

Fu Nanchen turned her face over and said, "Jian Xiaoan, let me ask you again, can you do it?"

Jian Xiaoan was impatient with the question and frowned, "We are all adults... whatever you want."

Go if you want, you bastard, Jian Xiaoan cursed inwardly, closing her eyes and tilting her head, no longer looking at him.

Fu Nanchen didn't seem angry at all, looking at the angry woman in front of him.

"Little liar, I'm not interested in dead people."

Jian Xiaoan's ears moved. Was she right? The dead person was her at the moment?

She secretly rejoiced in her heart, "Then I will continue to pretend to be dead."

Fu Nanchen turned over and continued to look at her, only to see Jian Xiaoan continuing to pretend to be asleep, but her eyeballs were rolling from side to side under her thin eyelids.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...one minute, two minutes.

Fu Nanchen just looked at her like this, her breathing gradually became steady and her clenched hands became soft.

She actually fell asleep. How could she fall asleep like this?

Jian Xiaoan didn't know why she fell asleep. Maybe it was because she didn't need to check again and again whether the windows in this room were closed, whether the door was locked, whether her mother would sneak into the room to check her diary, and whether her father would break in at any time...

Fu Nanchen put his arms around her neck and held her in his arms.

Jian Xiaoan did not wake up. She turned around, snuggled into his arms, and fell into deep sleep again.

Fu Nanchen remembered that when he hung up the phone with her mother just now, he happened to see Jian Xiaoan's screen stopped at the Internet search interface.

How painful is it the first time? Will you feel dizzy?

Will I wake up from the pain if I faint?

How long will it take to end?

There are also many strange problems, such as length and so on.

Jian Xiaoan's mother's words still lingered in his ears: This is all you have worth...

Fu Nanchen thought of what his mother often said when he was a child: Girls should be loved and protected, and their opinions should be sought on everything.

That's why he asked again and again.

Jian Xiaoan, do you like me?

Jian Xiaoan, can I kiss you?

Jian Xiaoan, can you do it?

He remembered hearing the servants at home say that his mother had a child out of wedlock, and his grandfather did not agree with the marriage, saying that his mother was shameless, and that his father married his mother regardless of the consequences.

He was three years old when they got married.

In other words, the wedding took place after his mother gave birth to him.

He had seen his mother and father in love.

However, he had also seen his mother and father quarreling.

He saw disgust in his father's eyes, and he still didn't understand it.

Until after a fierce quarrel, his mother took him away from Jiangcheng and returned to Beicheng, thousands of miles away, which was his mother's hometown.

There, he met a girl named Yueyue.

At the same time, it was there that he saw his father do something to his mother, which was very unbearable...

He didn't tell anyone.

......

When Fu Nanchen thought of this, his eyes dimmed. This matter had been on his mind for a long time, and he didn't want to recall it anymore.

He raised his hand to turn off the light in the room, turned around and hugged Jian Xiaoan, tucking the quilt around her neck.

In the quiet night, Jian Xiaoan's breathing was light, which had a calming effect.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he felt sleepier than ever before...

......

Outside the window, the snow stopped falling in the middle of the night. In the early morning, the lawn outside the villa was moist, clean, and lush green. The rosy glow of the sunset shone through the green grass, and from a distance it looked like a hazy veil.

On the endless lake, white birds are already foraging on the shore.

On the first floor, Aunt Chen was preparing a sumptuous breakfast, all of which were the foods that Fu Nanchen had loved since he was a child.

Soup dumplings, fried dough sticks, soy milk, eggs, fruits...

Jian Xiaoan woke up from his arms and wanted to turn over and get up, only to find that his long legs were wrapped around her legs and his arms were tightly wrapped around her whole body.

His bony fingers were interlocked with hers, and his well-defined chest muscles rose and fell.

"Don't go." Fu Nanchen murmured, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had not fully woken up.

Jian Xiaoan looked at the handsome face in front of her. His short hair was a little messy, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and the scar on his brow bone also became soft.

Why didn't he touch her last night? Jian Xiaoan was confused.

As if feeling a burning gaze in front of him, Fu Nanchen slowly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

He looked down and saw Jian Xiaoan in his arms. He let go of her fingers, turned her face over and kissed her.

"Ah."

"Last night? Why didn't you touch me..."

"I don't want to..." Fu Nanchen continued to kiss her forehead.

"Why?" Jian Xiaoan pushed forward, trying to break free.

Fu Nanchen hugged her tighter, wishing he could hold her in his arms, "I can't bear to..."

Jian Xiaoan: "...Why?"

Fu Nanchen looked down at her and said slowly, "You look a lot like her..."

......