The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

It was already 2 a.m. when Song Yuyan finished her shower. She stood up from the bathtub, her snow-white legs slowly walking out of the bathtub. She put on her clothes, walked to the door, opened it, and saw the man leaning against the bathroom door. He lowered his head and swiped his phone with a cold face. When he heard the door open, he suddenly looked up, his deep black eyes staring straight at her.

The girl had a rosy face and snow-white skin with light pink on both sides of her cheeks. After bathing, she was like a lotus flower emerging from the water, her skin was whiter than snow, her hair hung lightly on her shoulders with water droplets, and her watery eyes sparkled with a moist light, as if the whole world was brighter because of her.

Nan Zeyu frowned, glanced at her, and said coldly: Why don't you blow dry your hair before coming out? Your hair is still wet, baby. His tone was full of concern, helplessness and confusion. Song Yuyan walked a few steps in front of him, raised her hand and gently circled his neck. Her clear eyes, as clear as crystal, looked at him with curved eyebrows and said sweetly: Don't want you to wait so long? So, I didn't blow dry my hair. How about you help me? Ayu.

The man curled his thin lips coldly, and without saying a word, he bent down and picked her up sideways. The girl's hair was still dripping, but she didn't care. She hugged his neck tightly, looked at him obediently with her watery eyes, moved closer to him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He walked quickly to the room, turned on the bedside lamp, carried her to sit on the bed, then he looked at her, his deep black eyes staring straight at her and said: "Here, wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom to get the hair dryer. What if you get a headache if you don't dry your hair?"

Song Yuyan curled her red lips sweetly and said gently: Okay, I'll wait for you. The man brought the hair dryer to the room, plugged it into a row of sockets on the bedside table, turned on the power button, and the girl turned slightly sideways. Nan Zeyu's warm big hands gently held her wet hair and blew her hair.

The sound of the hair dryer was just right, neither too loud nor too soft, and the temperature was just right. Song Yuyan nervously clenched her fingers in front of her chest and lowered her head slightly. The man blew her hair slowly and steadily. The warmth of his fingertips pressed against her scalp little by little, and her little face flushed. His fingers were very gentle, and soon, half of her hair was dry.

The man gently held her soft, fragrant and smooth curly hair, and his flexible fingers shuttled through the gaps in her hair. He turned the hair dryer to the second gear and said in a low voice: Is this temperature okay? Baby, one side of your hair is dry now, and the other side is not dry yet.

Song Yuyan tilted her head and said softly: "Okay, it's okay, blow slowly, there's no rush." ​​The man blew her hair and leaned close to her ear. After hearing her voice, his expression softened, and then the temperature of his palm softened a little.

Soon, after more than half an hour, her curly hair was finally blown dry, and a light lavender scent wafted into his nose. He touched her beautiful long curly hair that was like a waterfall. The scent of her hair was lavender, and her body smelled of sweet milk.

Nan Zeyu turned off the hair dryer, unplugged it, put it on the bedside table, sat on the bed, and stroked her shoulder with his warm big hand. The girl was stunned for a moment, her heart was beating like thunder, her little face flushed, she turned sideways, turned her head, and looked at him sweetly.

He looked up and glanced at her, his eyebrows were calm, his eyes were deep, and he said sexy: I like your milky scent, baby, I really like it, and I like it more and more. Song Yuyan's face flushed, he sat up straight and glanced at her, the girl put one side of her hair behind her ear, stood up, walked in front of him, and looked at him without blinking.

Then, she walked forward and sat on his lap. The man held her waist tightly, and she was soft in his arms. How could he go back to his room to sleep? Song Yuyan looked into his deep black eyes. His black eyes were full of heat, fiery, and bottomless. She raised her hand and gently stroked his cold lips, saying tenderly: Do you want to go to bed? It's getting late, Ayu, you should go back to your room quickly. Time...

Before she could finish her words, the man suddenly pressed the back of her head and pulled her body into his arms. He lowered his head and pressed her red lips forcefully. She let out a series of moans. He pried her lips open seductively, and the girl obeyed and hugged his neck tightly.

Their lips and tongues were entangled crazily, and soon, she was kissed by him and fell on the bed. He leaned over to her and pressed her under him. He looked at her with a pair of deep black eyes and said coldly: You dare to seduce me like this, it seems that you don’t want to sleep tonight, huh? Is it not enough in the car, and you want to do it again...

The man said this bluntly. Song Yuyan looked at him in a daze. Her face was red, her ears were hot, and her face was blushing. Nan Zeyu did not hold back and kissed her on the neck, bit by bit. The milk fragrance on her body penetrated into his nose, and his body was hot and he was also shouting...

His black eyes were scarlet, and his pupils were dark. Suddenly, he let go of her, smiled at her coldly and said: If you don't react, it means you agree. Okay, don't sleep tonight, baby. Song Yuyan's snow-white skin was as pink as a peach, and she looked at him with a dazed look. The man turned his head and suddenly turned off the bedside lamp.

The next second, he pulled the quilt over her and covered her up. The girl was tossed around madly in the quilt by him. She trembled and begged for mercy: No, no, no, I don’t dare anymore. I really need to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow. I was wrong, Mr. Nan.

Little did she know that he had another name for her. He pressed her under him and said seriously: Don't you know that you can't call those two words casually? Baby, I don't care, you don't want to sleep tonight. Before she could react, he took off all her restraints, and then took off all her pajamas and threw them aside.

He tormented her viciously like a wolf, his words were gentle and tender but also punitive. Song Yuyan wanted to cry but had no tears. It was all her fault for letting herself get away with a verbal pleasure. Now, she was the one suffering.

After a while, the girl's begging for mercy, her shy and coquettish panting, came from the bed. The night was alluring, and the spring scene in the bed continued until the second half of the night. The man was still going on. Song Yuyan gradually became sleepy. She lay on his shoulder. His warm big hand went around her back and slid down. The girl was tormented by him again. She trembled and said: Enough, it's really enough, Mr. Nan, I want to sleep, please spare me! Woo woo woo.

Nan Zeyu seemed to have taken stimulants and couldn't stop. He breathed quickly and heavily, and whispered: Impossible, don't you want to try what it feels like to be unable to get out of bed? Then I'll let you try it now, don't talk, feel it well, um... baby.

His voice was sexy, rough and hot, making her heart beat wildly. She kept making sounds that were even more shy than before, and the man was even more excited. He was hungry, really hungry, and he was hungry only for her.

One night, there were constant noises in the bed. Fortunately, Song Yuyan's room was well soundproofed, otherwise she would have woken up everyone in the villa and would have been so embarrassed... The man was like a hungry wolf, tormenting her in various ways until almost 5:, when this exciting love affair finally ended.

Nan Zeyu pulled back the quilt and looked at her who was lying limp on the bed. He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky was slowly getting brighter. The man's black eyes were as gentle as water, and he stared at her snow-white skin, which was blushing with shame after the love affair, and her face was full of pink. He looked down.

He also felt exhausted. He looked at his watch and it was already 5:. He curled his lips and smiled sexy. "Can you go to school tomorrow?" He used all the information he searched on the Internet. He didn't believe she could go to school tomorrow.

He kissed her red lips lovingly, picked her up gently, walked out of the bathroom, and carried her back to the room. It was already daybreak, and he gently put her on the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside her. It was already daybreak, and the two people in the room began to sleep.

It was a new day. A ray of warm morning light sprinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone directly into the room. Song Yuyan's body trembled slightly. In an instant, she was startled and opened her watery eyes. She glanced at him. Why didn't he go to work? He closed his handsome black eyes tiredly and fell asleep.

She turned over lightly and felt pain all over her body. It was from the company. She bit her red lips and cursed softly: I really can't go to school. My whole body is sore and weak. She really can't get out of bed. This man really does what he says! She had a sad face and put her little hands on her waist.

Song Yuyan glanced at the French window. The glass of the French window reflected a ray of morning light, a warm yellow morning light. Is it morning or afternoon now? She sat up gently, carefully pulled open the quilt, and prepared to get off the ground. Her ankle fell uncontrollably onto the carpet.

Song Yuyan was suddenly stunned. She turned her head and saw that the man had not woken up yet. She glared at him angrily. Damn it, she really couldn't get up... Thinking of how fierce he was in the bed last night, the girl's face flushed with shame. No wonder...

Song Yuyan held her waist and tried to get up from the carpet, but she couldn't use any strength in her waist. It was so sore. Song Yuyan said with a face full of resentment: I'm so angry, I'm so angry, I can't use any strength, you bastard, are you taking revenge on me? This is...

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, he woke up instantly, opened his deep and bottomless black eyes, and heard the voice. He glanced at her sitting on the carpet. He sat up straight, the man was full of hormones, he curled his lips and smiled gently, saying: It's okay, my baby, see, I made you feel it.

Song Yuyan's body stiffened. She turned her head and was about to scream. She quickly covered her eyes with her fingers and said angrily: Are you sick? Why are you not wearing anything? Hurry up and put on some clothes for me. Ah, what should I do?

The man frowned, sat lazily on the bed, and said calmly: What's the big deal, I've seen both yours and mine, and, you saw it, that's enough, see if I want you to speak with facts, baby, don't be shy?

Song Yuyan was going crazy. She looked at the things on the carpet. It was her pajamas. She blushed and grabbed it and threw it on the bed. The man grabbed it tightly and said jokingly: I'm fine. Don't you like it too? Baby, look at me.

Song Yuyan shouted angrily: I'm not looking at me, why are you looking at me? I can't do that. Hurry up and put on your clothes. I want to get up from the carpet. My waist hurts so much. Hurry up! Nan Zeyu.

The man shook his head, got down, picked up the clothes on the carpet, put them on as quickly as possible, and walked towards her quickly. Song Yuyan took her fingers away, looked up and said innocently: Please, I really can't get up, Mr. Nan, pick me up.

The girl's watery eyes were covered with clear mist, full of innocence. He bent down, his brows calm, and said gently: You said that you and I have done everything we should do, except for the last step, why are you still shy, baby.

Song Yuyan was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, her little face flushed, and she scolded: You've been talking for a long time, but it's none of your business whether you're going to hug me or not. I was just calling you casually, why did you take it seriously... I'm so mad at you.

She rolled her eyes in anger, her face turning from red to white. How could Nan Zeyu bear to let his beloved girl sit on the carpet? He squatted beside her, looking at her tenderly with his deep eyes, and said softly: How could I bear to let my baby sit on the carpet? Of course I'll hold you, hold me tight.

Song Yuyan was stunned and raised her hands to wrap around his neck. He picked her up easily, carried her out of the room, and walked towards the bathroom while kissing her snow-white skin. His thin lips kissed her red lips. The girl didn't say anything, just stared at him blankly, her watery eyes blinking.

After helping her wash up, he massaged her waist. His warm big hands directly touched her lower back and gave her a powerful massage. His force was very strong, and after just a few times, the soreness in her lower back was slowly relieved.

Song Yuyan sat cross-legged on the washbasin. He raised his hand to wipe the water off her face, raised his hand to pinch her little nose, and said with joy: "Well, how do you feel now? Do you feel anything different, baby?"

Song Yuyan felt a chill... She lowered her head and looked down. She was actually... naked. She was crazy, really crazy... Her little face turned purple with anger and she cursed: "What are you looking at? Hurry up, carry me back to the room. If you keep looking at me, I will dig out your eyes. Try looking again."