Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

The man's laughter made her ears feel hot. Xin Gan uttered "hmm..." with a slight moan, then bit her lip and said a few words to Fu Lang in a soft voice.

Fu Lang gritted his teeth a little, lowered his eyes, glanced at it nonchalantly, and said silently: "Fuck."

No wonder he is.

Fu Lang thought, who told her to be so seductive.

If he can remain calm in the face of temptation, he is not a normal man.

Fu Lang has never been ashamed to reveal that he wants Xin Gan, but tonight is not the right time.

It was the first time that he loved a girl so much that he wanted to put all the treasures in the world in front of her and hide them in a golden house.

It was her first time, and she was as bright and clean as a piece of white paper. Even if one wanted to add color to the white paper, it couldn't be here.

Fu Lang didn't want to completely desecrate her in such a place.

"Don't worry about it." Fu Lang's eyes lost their lazy charm and desire, and he uttered a hoarse sound. He took his remaining hand out of the girl's thin white sweater and helped her tidy up the slightly wrinkled hem of her clothes. He lowered his eyes and raised his lips and said, "Didn't you say you would dance for me?"

...

Xin Gan's feet felt light, as if she was stepping on soft clouds, but in fact her little white shoes were stepping on soft white sand. At night, the tide was high and the sea water kept rolling up. There seemed to be a clear dividing line between the beach and the sea water, but also as if there was no separation, and they merged perfectly together.

Fu Lang was standing not far away in a pure black outfit, with a cigarette lit in his hand, just watching Xin Gan dance.

In the warm night, the girl's top is white, and the thin white sweater is slightly loose. The wind from the sea at night blows up the corners of her pure white clothes and long black hair.

She was drunk now, and her dance steps were not choreographed but rather casual.

The initial dance steps were even a little messy.

However, she was born to love dancing and learned classical dance and ballet since childhood. Her every move was effortless and she already had an elegance and beauty ingrained in her bones.

The rhythm and memory of dance are also engraved in the body.

Gradually, the drunken Xin Gan found his state.

The dance steps became lighter.

She didn't dance any particular dance, but rather a very casual and innovative dance that combined ballet and classical elements.

Spin, turn in circles, pinch your fingers, and jump on your toes.

The girl closed her eyes with a smile on her lips. The moonlight poured down on her body, and it seemed that even her long black hair that was lifted into the air by the night wind was covered with a layer of faint flowing light.

Fu Lang knew that Xin Gan was very beautiful.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted his attention.

However, Fu Lang never thought that... she was in a completely different world when she danced.

She is vivid, fairy-like and charming. The two completely opposite temperaments are not contradictory or abrupt, but instead intertwined into a dazzling and moving her.

The man was so absorbed in the sight that his dark eyes gradually showed a hint of infatuation, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette between his long fingers was about to burn out. His mind and eyes were filled with the fairy dancing under the moon, or rather the enchanting goblin.

Fu Lang's larynx rolled, and she thought that it would look better if she danced in a skirt tonight.

Come to think of it, he really seemed to have rarely seen Xin Gan wearing a skirt, and he had only seen her once.

Thinking of this, Fu Lang felt a sudden pain between his eyebrows, as if some extremely complicated and detailed picture, like the torrent of time rushing into history, suddenly rushed into his mind without any warning.

Fu Lang seemed to see Xin Gan wearing a long white dress and dancing for him with her bare feet. The dance was also extremely beautiful, and the bells on her ankles rang softly and beautifully, with a slightly bright color. However, the background of the picture was not the seaside, but more like a gorgeous and dim villa...

The image that emerged in his mind was extremely fragmented and blurry, with dim light and shadows, and only some incoherent fragments flashing by. Fu Lang frowned, and he wanted to see the fragments of light and shadow in his memory more clearly, more clearly...

The cigarette burned out completely at this moment, and the flickering scarlet flames burned his fingers. Fu Lang was suddenly awakened by the cigarette butt.

The picture that I tried hard to see clearly suddenly broke into thousands of fragments and dispersed like flowing light. It was difficult to gather it together and no trace could be found.

There were no gorgeous and dim villas, soft retro carpets, or girls with slender feet dancing in naked white dresses. Those were more like his...fantasy.

Fu Lang raised his hand and twisted his brows, then gently uttered the word "fuck" from his thin lips, but he couldn't remember.

Then don’t want to.

big deal...

In order to please his sweetheart, she also put on a white dress and danced in that outfit for him to see.

Fu Lang touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue and thought so with a little bit of anger.

When I looked up again, I saw the girl dancing at the junction of the soft white sand and the wet sea water. Maybe she was too drunk, or maybe she was too absorbed in the dance and didn't pay attention. Her light dance steps were spinning, as if she was about to be carried to the deeper sea by the night breeze, and her calves were half submerged in the sea water.

An indescribable panic suddenly arose in the man's heart, as if he had lost her before.

Fu Lang cursed softly, suddenly threw away his cigarette butt, and ran quickly towards Xin Gan.

His back and the pace of his feet were rarely steady.

Of course, Fu Lang's character could not be described as steady, but he had always been lazy, frivolous, and careless. Even if someone died in front of him, he would just roll his eyes and would not necessarily lose his composure or be moved by it.

He is such a cold person at heart.

Only Xingan was an exception for him.

He will be nervous, panic, lose his composure, and run towards the girl he loves like a little boy.

Xin Gan was unaware of this. She closed her eyelashes lightly, feeling more joyful and relaxed than ever before. She jumped and spun around, as if she was going to fly back home on the wind. That was until Fu Lang approached her and grabbed her arm. His tone was fierce, as if he was suppressing some emotion. He panted slightly and gritted his teeth and said, "--Are you going to die? Running into the sea?!"

Originally, Xin Gan was immersed in her own world. She had only completed half of the light spinning movement under her feet when she was suddenly startled by the man. She screamed briefly and suddenly fell backwards.

"what……"

Fu Lang did hold onto one of Xin Gan's arms, but the sand beneath his feet was soft and covered with sea water. He had run over in a hurry and did not stand firmly, so he was dragged down with Xin Gan.

Fortunately, there is rising and falling sea water and soft sand underneath, so it won’t be painful even if you fall down.

Even so, at the moment of falling, Fu Lang held Xin Gan in his arms, with his palms cushioning the back of her head and back to prevent her from getting hurt.

In an instant, the sea water came up and soaked most of their clothes, and their black and white clothes were intertwined.

Xin Gan was a little dazed after being thrown down, and she looked at the man above her with her eyelashes drooping. Behind Fu Lang was the sky full of stars tonight. His handsome eyebrows were so close that they struck Xin Gan's eyes, and the heart in her chest seemed to tremble heavily.

The girl blinked slowly and subconsciously called his name, her voice soft, "Fu Lang..."

Fu Lang was already angry. The desires aroused by those "imaginary" scenes, as well as the panic and anger when he saw Xin Gan dancing into the sea, were all over his body. Now the girl was soft and tender in his arms, calling his name in a coquettish and soft voice, as if allowing him to do whatever he wanted. How could Fu Lang bear it?

I never thought about enduring.

Fu Lang's eyes darkened, and he lifted her chin with his slender white fingers and kissed her.

Fu Lang's kiss was as strong as he was, and he was in complete control.

Xin Gan's immature resistance was no match for his plunder.

It had been a long time since she had been kissed like this by him. Xin Gan almost couldn't breathe, and she had forgotten how Fu Lang had taught her to breathe in her previous life. Her little face turned red and she almost suffocated.

Xin Gan's face was flushed, like a rose about to burst into tears, and her beautiful eyes and brows were tinged with charming charm. A teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye and sank into her black temples, and she cried softly.

Fu Lang panted heavily and said in a hoarse voice: "...Baby, breathe."

Seeing her being bullied like this, Fu Lang felt pity in his heart, but deep down he had an extremely bad desire to destroy, and wanted to bully her even more severely.

Xin Gan's eyes were wet and her face was flushed. After receiving the man's order, she reacted slowly and gasped for breath, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked pitiful.

"Our darling can't even breathe. Can brother teach you?" Fu Lang licked his lower lip very slowly, with seductive words spilling out from between his lips and teeth.

No.

She will.

Just...forgot.

Xin Gan shook his head and wanted to say something.

However, Fu Lang didn't give her the chance to speak out and kissed her again.

"Woo..."

Occasionally the sea water rose up and flooded over their bodies, and Xin Gan felt like a small boat floating up and down in the vast ocean.

The man's lips and teeth were burning, with a hint of alcohol, and he came over tenderly, and Xin Gan seemed to be even more drunk.

The body is very hot and the sea water is cold. The alternation of hot and cold is enough to torture people.

The girl grasped the black shirt on the man's shoulders with her small hands, her fingers looked even more delicate and white. Her soft and white hands rested on Fu Lang's shoulders, revealing a hint of charm.

Her thin white sweater was soaked with water, sticking to her skin coldly and heavily. Her long black hair was also soaked. The tide kept coming up, and the wind on the sea seemed to be getting stronger...

Xin Gan's body trembled, and she finally couldn't help but push him. She bit her lip and cried, "Fu Lang, it's cold..."