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

Jian Hao took it and smelled it, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Don't mention it, this thing smells pretty good, just open it and put it in the room?"

Brother Biao nodded, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed pride on his face.

Jian Hao held the bottle in his hand, stood up and walked out, his ear pressed against the door of the next box, and whispered to the thug next to him, "Is there any movement in there?"

"Yes, there was quite a big noise just now, hehe." The thug shrugged with a lewd smile.

Jian Hao took out the key, gently opened the door and put his head inside. He saw Jian Xiaoan with disheveled hair, huddled in the corner, staring at Beizhe with a half-broken beer bottle tightly in his hand.

Beizhe was leaning against the back of the sofa, his clothes were almost soaked with blood, his hair was dripping with water, his face was red, and he seemed to be half asleep.

Ten minutes ago, he kept pouring cold water on his hair in the bathroom, but now he didn't seem to feel as hot as before.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Jian Hao leaned inside and shouted.

He suddenly realized that the two of them did not have sex, and his heart sank.

No, there will never be such a good opportunity again!

Thinking of this, he squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"Get out, you beast!" Jian Xiaoan stood up and rushed outside with a beer bottle. As soon as the door opened, a thug rushed in and carried her into the box. Jian Xiaoan struggled hard, but her arms were tightly bound by him.

Jian Hao hid and stood beside a table. He opened the bottle in his hand and quietly pushed it next to the ornament. A faint fragrance emanated from the mouth of the bottle.

"Xiao An, big brother will take you away later." After saying this, Jian Hao signaled the thugs to leave, and he quickly squeezed out of the door.

The thug pushed Jian Xiaoan onto the sofa, turned around and left, and the door was locked again.

Jian Xiaoan fell on the sofa, and the beer bottle in her hand rolled down. She quickly picked it up and retreated back to the corner.

Hearing the noise, Beizhe opened his eyes, but his upper body did not move. He just leaned on the sofa and stared at Jian Xiaoan.

His short hair was still dripping with water, which dripped onto the tip of his nose and slid down onto his lips. He pursed his lips and slightly opened his eyelids.

Jian Xiaoan looked at Beizhe's embarrassed appearance and her heart trembled.

This was the first time she saw him like this. Usually, he was clean and handsome on the podium, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. Almost no girls skipped his classes, and many female classmates had a crush on him privately.

Beizhe speaks fluent English and often accompanies school leaders to receive foreign guests.

At this moment, he was in such a mess, and it was all because of her. She felt very guilty!

How did they become like this? They shouldn't be like this!

Jian Xiaoan felt a sore nose and tears filled her eyes. Beizhe's figure became increasingly blurred in her sight.

"Beizhe, can we not be like this? Can we still be friends like before?" Jian Xiaoan's voice was trembling a little, revealing sadness. She was very sad, and she didn't want to see Beizhe become like this because of her.

He is so nice!

"Hmph..." Beizhe raised his eyelids and looked at her slowly, "Xiao An, can we still go back?"

"Beizhe, please don't do this." Jian Xiaoan let out a low sob from his throat, and his heart shattered like a beer bottle on the ground.

She couldn't control herself anymore and started sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

A strong sense of guilt came over her.

What should she do?

"I am already Mr. Fu's person, I can't be with you anymore." Jian Xiaoan's voice was intermittent.

Beizhe looked up at the ceiling, a tear slid down the corner of his eye. He raised his hand to wipe it and sighed.

She already belongs to someone else!

What a ridiculous sentence!

The box was quiet, so quiet that you could occasionally hear the sound of dripping water in the bathroom. Jian Xiaoan curled up in the corner, staring at the broken beer bottle on the floor.

The light reflected off the broken glass, and the lights above my head became distorted.

A faint fragrance became stronger and stronger, her eyelids began to droop, and the fingers that were tightly holding the beer bottle slowly relaxed.

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I'm so sleepy and want to sleep! It's also so hot!

Jian Xiaoan closed her eyes and shook her head. Her pale face gradually turned rosy. She rubbed it with the back of her hand and continued to squat in the corner.

Beizhe closed his eyes, trying to endure the remaining heat in his body. He thought the effect of the medicine would soon wear off, but it unexpectedly became stronger and stronger.

He swallowed a few times, pursed his dry lips, and opened his eyes again.

Beizhe felt it was getting hotter and hotter, and a sour and numb feeling surged in his heart. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and pulled hard at his tie.

He tried to suppress his physical desire, but the more he tried, the more itchy and uncomfortable he felt.

His breathing began to become heavy, and his body seemed to be out of control. He stood up and walked towards Jian Xiaoan.

"Xiao An." Beizhe saw Jian Xiao An becoming blurry in front of his eyes, and he shook his head to keep himself awake.

When Jian Xiaoan heard the noise, he quickly stood up, stared at Beizhe in front of him, raised the beer bottle in his hand and shouted at him.

"You, don't come over here!" Jian Xiaoan held up the beer bottle in both hands, watching Beizhe approaching him step by step, "Don't come over here!"

"Xiao An, I didn't mean it. I didn't want to do this. Can you believe me?" Beizhe stood in front of her, his body shaking a little.

He swallowed hard and his face began to turn red.

He felt his chest becoming increasingly stuffy and hot, and a little breathless. Beizhe looked at Jian Xiaoan without saying a word.

A strong possessive desire stirred in his heart repeatedly. He clenched his teeth, slowly raised his right hand, and tightly grasped the beer bottle in Jian Xiaoan's hand.

"Beizhe, what are you doing?" Jian Xiaoan stared at him without moving his hands.

Beizhe's right hand clenched little by little, and the blood in his palm slowly flowed down along the lines and slid down his forearm.

"Xiao An, I can't help it!" Beizhe closed his eyes and took a long breath. He tried hard to restrain the urge to want her.

"I really want you!" His voice was hoarse. He opened his eyes and stared at her, with veins bulging on his forehead.

After saying that, he clenched his fingers tightly again, and the blood continued to drip down.

Jian Xiaoan opened his eyes wide, staring at the bleeding hand in front of him in horror, and hurriedly let go, pressing his whole body tightly against the wall, "Beizhe, let go!"

Snapped.

Beizhe paused for a second, slowly loosened his hand, and the beer bottle slipped from his palm, fell to the ground, and shattered in an instant.

The harsh sound of glass tore through his last bit of persistence. A faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake.

Beizhe took a step forward, propped himself on the wall with one hand, and looked down at the person so close. "Xiao An, do I have no chance at all?"

His blue eyes gradually turned scarlet, and beads of sweat covered his entire forehead. "Xiao An."

Jian Xiaoan shook her head, put her hands on her chest, her whole body tense, her voice trembling slightly, "No, let's be friends."

After saying this, two lines of tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

When Beizhe heard this, he raised his head and sighed, "Haha."

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