Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

An Xia struggled to pry away Lu Beichuan's hands that were clinging to her body like octopus tentacles.

"Go away! If you want to go crazy, go outside and do it! Don't stay here with me."

An Xia pushed him in a panic while stretching out her hand to reach the door handle of the room. She absolutely could not let this drunkard sneak in.

Otherwise she wouldn't have any sleep tonight.

Lu Beichuan was still mumbling those words over and over again.

While he was knocking on the door again, An Xia quickly slipped downstairs.

By the time I got to the kitchen, I was already sweating profusely.

Well, I took a shower in vain.

An Xia angrily drank two large glasses of water. From the gap at the corner of the stairs, she could see that Lu Beichuan was still making a fuss at the door of her room.

Not wanting to deal with it, and having no way to deal with it, An Xia simply watched TV downstairs.

After a while, the noise upstairs died down. Thinking that he was tired and went back home, An Xia turned off the TV and went upstairs without any worries.

However, I didn't expect that as soon as I went upstairs, I saw that the wooden door of my room, which had just been closed, had been opened.

The silent man had now invaded her room again.

An Xia clenched her fists, walked in angrily, rolled up her pajamas sleeves and planned to get the person out, but as soon as she entered the room, she was hugged tightly from behind.

Lu Beichuan leaned languidly against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder.

She didn't know if it was because the exhaust system in the bathroom was broken and failed to dissipate the hot air from the bath. An Xia felt inexplicably hot.

Lu Beichuan's body felt as hot as if it were on fire.

"Let me go." An Xia struggled.

But the drunk Lu Beichuan was like a nylon tie, the more she struggled, the tighter he tied her.

"Go back to your room and sleep."

"This is my room."

The man's hoarse voice was mixed with drunkenness.

If it weren't for the fact that even the tone of his voice had become unstandard, and he was still answering like this, it would have been hard for An Xia not to suspect that he was pretending to be drunk.

"Lu Beichuan, we don't sleep in the same bedroom now. Go back to your own master bedroom."

She didn't care whether he could understand or not. But now that she was tied up by him, An Xia couldn't pull him away by force. She could only persuade him by communicating with him.

"Why don't we sleep together?"

"I'm sleeping with you."

"I want to sleep with you."

Hearing the man's sharp aura gone, and even his innocent and somewhat aggrieved tone, An Xia's anger at being disturbed unexpectedly subsided a little.

Even feeling his warm breath spraying on her neck was not so annoying anymore.

I have never seen him so childish and ignorant.

I didn't know that someone who has always had a good alcohol tolerance would become like this when drunk.

It's like a child who has suffered a lot of injustice, a little pitiful and a little resentful.

But he has nothing to feel wronged about.

Isn't he always the one who causes injustice to others?

Although he was drunk now, he was still able to understand what people were saying, so An Xia continued to explain to him.

"We're getting a divorce, so we'll live separately for now. If you understand, just let go." An Xia tried hard to calm herself down, not wanting to show any sign of being soft-hearted.

Maintaining a cold attitude, just like the aloof teacher who never mingle with students in school.

As soon as she finished speaking, the hot body of the man behind her stiffened.

An Xia felt that he understood.

She was waiting for him to let go, but he held her tighter the next second. His lips, which seemed particularly cold in contrast to his hot body temperature, touched her ear, just like a dragonfly touching the water.

"No divorce."

After clearly hearing these three words that sounded particularly fragile coming from his mouth, An Xia was shocked and for a moment she even forgot to resist his touch.

"Wife." Lu Beichuan's kiss landed on An Xia's earlobe again like a dragonfly touching the water: "No divorce."

The first time An Xia heard this title from his mouth, she felt like she was struck by lightning. Her brain went blank and her hands froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

This was the title that Lu Beichuan had been waiting for for three years, and it was only when she was completely in despair and was about to let go that An Xia didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Why don't you look for me?" Lu Beichuan was so drunk that he had no ability to sense the atmosphere around him. He hugged An Xia and kept complaining about his grievances.

"You didn't even look for me."

An Xia was stiff. He was still talking.

"Wife."

The word "wife" again should have made people's hearts beat faster, but it made An Xia's nose sour.

She suppressed the indescribable emotions that kept surging in her heart, turned around and looked at him.

"Lu Beichuan, take a good look at who I am."

He is never like this, but today he was so clingy and coquettish for the first time. Besides being drunk, maybe he mistook her for someone else.

Lu Beichuan opened his eyes, his blurry pupils suddenly became clear, and he looked at her seriously.

"Xia Xia."

An Xia's heart trembled.

"You are Xia Xia."

"You are my wife."

After saying that, as if to prove that he was her legitimate husband, he domineeringly pinched An Xia's chin, forced her to turn her head, and kissed her lips fiercely, while his other hand roughly grasped one of her soft breasts and kneaded it hard.

An Xia was still immersed in his clear cognition for a long time without coming back to her senses. The moment she was kissed, her mind went blank.

Even though he was drunk, he seemed to have muscle memory to quickly find all of An Xia's sensitive points. After a few provocations, An Xia surrendered softly. Before she could even struggle, she began to release her emotions unconsciously.

Compared to the last time when Lu Beichuan unilaterally dragged her into fulfilling her husband and wife duties, An Xia was particularly devoted this night.

So much so that after waking up, An Xia began to doubt her life.

Looking at Lu Beichuan, who was right next to her, so close that she could see every pore on his face, An Xia clenched her fists helplessly and angrily.

The soreness and swelling in her body kept coming back, as if reminding her of last night's passionate revelry.

An Xia decisively turned over and faced Lu Beichuan. Seeing the scattered clothes on the ground, she felt helpless and disappointed with herself for being so useless.

She was so pathetic that she softened her heart towards Lu Beichuan just because he called her "wife" when he was drunk.

How hateful!

An Xia was so angry that she punched the air several times. When she was about to get up and destroy the ecstasy and decadent atmosphere in the room, the man behind her suddenly reached out and put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms.

"Sleep some more."

The man's thin lips pressed against An Xia's earlobe. The low, hoarse bubbling sound he made repeated descriptions of last night's excesses.

An Xia narrowed her eyes.

Is their current relationship suitable for them to continue catching up on sleep while hugging each other in a big bed?

The more I think about it, the more suspicious it becomes.

An Xia turned her head and glanced at the handsome sleeping face of the man.

"Were you pretending last night?"