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

As night fell, Fu Nanchen walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a towel.

Jian Xiaoan stared blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window, not knowing what she was thinking.

She looked at the figure in the glass that was getting closer and closer, and felt an inexplicable panic. The photos on the Internet had left her with a huge psychological trauma, as well as nightmares over the past two nights.

Jian Xiaoan couldn't help but put her arms around herself.

"An An." Fu Nanchen stood behind her, looking at the blurry face in the glass, "What are you thinking about?"

Jian Xiaoan didn't say a word. He could feel the strong chest behind him and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Fu Nanchen turned her shoulders and leaned over to look at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Jian Xiaoan avoided his naked upper body and took a step back, "No, nothing happened."

They have been together for half a year, and she has seen him like this, but never as oppressive as she did today.

"I, I'm going to take a shower." Jian Xiaoan turned sideways and hurried to the bathroom.

She couldn't explain the feeling, she just felt scared.

Fu Nanchen stood there in a daze, watching her leaving with his thin lips tightly pursed.

He closed the curtains and sat quietly beside the bed waiting for her to come out. Half an hour later, Jian Xiaoan came out of the bathroom.

She glanced at Fu Nanchen and sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

"An An, what's wrong with you?" Fu Nanchen sat over, tilted his head and asked softly.

During the day, Jian Xiaoan was not like this.

Jian Xiaoan didn't say a word, just shook her head, her hands tightly grasping a corner of her pajamas, the fabric was wrinkled into a ball by her.

She was now afraid of being alone in a closed space. Just now in the bathroom, the sound of water mixed with noise entered her ear canal.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she didn't dare to say it, for fear of causing trouble to others.

She's been in enough trouble already.

Is she sick?

Because she was somewhat resistant to Fu Nanchen kissing and touching her, which made it difficult for her to speak out.

"Go to sleep." Fu Nanchen lifted a corner of the quilt, "You will be fine after a good sleep."

Jian Xiaoan turned her head to take a look, pursed her red lips tightly, her nose tip felt slightly sore, she raised her eyes to look at Fu Nanchen, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Fu Nanchen looked at the tears in her eyes and said, "An An, tell me what's wrong?"

He knows too well the psychological changes that occur in people after major trauma.

"It's okay. Tell me where you feel uncomfortable? Is it physical? Or mental?" Fu Nanchen asked seriously.

"I..." Jian Xiaoan scratched the fabric of her pajamas with her nails, and her brows were furrowed even tighter.

"What are you afraid of? A stranger?"

Jian Xiaoan shook her head.

"Family? Your brothers? Or your parents?" Fu Nanchen continued to ask. There must be a reason.

Just like when he was a child, he was afraid of hearing his younger brother crying because it would remind him of his mother’s appearance before she died.

Fu Nanchen carefully recalled Jian Xiaoan's abnormal behavior in the past few days, and she began to resist him.

“Are you afraid of those photos?”

For a young girl who has not experienced the world, those are all very perverted, drugs, and unbearable...

Jian Xiaoan nodded, big tears dripping down her face. She could even remember being pressed on the sofa by Brother Biao...

Fu Nanchen held her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Cry if you want to."

He hugged her gently and patted her back for a long time. Then he asked, "Are you... afraid of me too?"

When Jian Xiaoan heard this, she cried even harder. She didn't know why. The man in front of her was clearly protecting her, but in the past two days, whenever he touched her, some scenes would appear in her mind.

She didn't dare to say it.

Jian Xiaoan nodded.

"It's okay, I won't touch you." Fu Nanchen got up and took a wet towel from the bathroom, wiping his face while saying, "Don't cry, grandma will ask tomorrow if I bullied you. It would be so embarrassing if outsiders knew."

Fu Nanchen seemed to give all his patience to Jian Xiaoan.

Because he saw how sick he once was.

"Go to bed early." Fu Nanchen helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket. "I'll be on the sofa."

The lights in the room were dim, and Jian Xiaoan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She looked at the man on the sofa, wanting to say something.

Fu Nanchen didn't fall asleep either. He needed her more than Jian Xiaoan.

This was the only time I slept apart from her in the six months we were together.

He got down from the ground lightly and walked to the bedside, and saw a pair of big eyes looking at him, "An An, why don't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep." Jian Xiaoan said softly, reaching out to grab his hand.

"You want me to accompany you?" Fu Nanchen smiled. He could finally hug her.

Jian Xiaoan nodded.

Fu Nanchen didn't hesitate for a second, he went straight into the bed and held her in his arms.

How can his An An live without him?

She said she didn't want him to touch her, but her body was honest.

He may not quite understand that this "touch" is not that "touch".

The clock on the wall gradually approached 11 o'clock, and the two people hugged each other and quickly fell asleep.

On the other side of the city, in a villa, a mother and daughter were drinking red wine and planning something.

"Mommy, why are you back? Do grandpa and grandma know?" Lu Daiwei sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"It's time for you to come back. How are you doing after marriage? Why do you get married just like that?" The person who spoke was actually Lu Daiwei's mother Lu Yin.

"Haha, Mommy, I'm fine." She didn't want her mother to know that she was taking advantage of someone in distress.

"He is responsible and a nice person. His father is the president of Jiangcheng University." Lu Daiwei shook her wine glass and said something against her will.

She didn't want to make her mother worry about her. Since she was a child, her mother always said that all men were bad.

But the moment she saw Beizhe at school, her heart trembled.

She wanted him.

"Don't take it too seriously. Mom is an experienced person." Lu Yin took a sip of red wine, thinking.

"Go visit your grandparents tomorrow. I haven't seen them for many years. I wonder if they still remember their daughter."

Lu Yin finished the rest of the red wine and put down the glass. "Daiwei, go to bed early. Mom will get back everything you deserve."

Lu Yin stared ahead, her charming eyes revealing viciousness.

What is supposed to come will come.

The accounts that need to be settled must be settled.

The tightly closed door locked their backs. Lu Daiwei lay on the bed thinking about what her mother had just said...

At this moment, one person was so excited that he couldn't sleep, his big eyes rolling around, "Mom, what time do you need to get up tomorrow? You must bring the gift to your sister."

In the darkness, Xiaoyan kept talking incessantly.

"Nanfeng, go to bed quickly. Tomorrow you have to play with your sister and don't make her angry, okay?" Shu Qianhui instructed.

"Yeah." Fu Nanfeng nodded, wishing he could fly to his sister immediately.

He wants to ride the tricycle with his sister.

It was late at night, and he had a smile on his face...

Today's sunshine is particularly extraordinary, and seems more delicate, awakening every flower and plant in Moon Bay.

Fu Nanchen woke up early. When he lowered his eyes, he saw Jian Xiaoan in his arms. She was sleeping soundly with even breathing, but her brows were slightly furrowed.

I occasionally talk in my sleep in the middle of the night, but overall I'm in much better condition.

At this moment, outside the door, a figure was sticking to the door and eavesdropping...