Chapter 41 He wanted something sweet.
The car was parked in the underground garage.
Luo Shu tried hard to adjust her attitude and not make herself look too bad.
After getting out of the car, the butler pushed two suitcases and walked into the villa first.
"I'm sorry, Yu Zhan."
Luo Shu stood beside the car and watched him take out their coats from the car and hang them on his arms, holding the dying wintersweet in his arms.
"Why are you saying sorry? You want to get back together with him?" He tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes dark.
This woman looks so beautiful even when she cries.
The pink nose, rosy eyebrows and cheeks make her look like she has been daubed with rouge, so charming.
"No." She shook her head.
"That's good." He relaxed and turned to walk towards the elevator.
Luo Shu hurriedly followed and pressed the elevator button. "I'm afraid he'll cause you trouble. He's the kind of person who's persistent and clingy."
She quietly looked up at the tall man.
She used to think that Qin Heng was very persistent in love, pursuing her relentlessly for a long time before agreeing to be together. Now, it seems that this kind of love is suffocating.
The man tilted his head and looked down at her, "Mrs. Yu, I don't think you know your husband well enough."
Luo Shu really didn't understand him. She only knew that he was her boss, her husband, and was very rich. Apart from that, it seemed like she really didn't know anything else.
This sentence threw her into a panic.
She remembered what Qin Heng had just said to her.
Will he really get tired of me? Would someone of his status really be interested in me?
He had already made several "invitations" overtly and covertly, but she really didn't even dare to give him the "soup".
Could this person in front of me also end up like Qin Heng, finding someone else I somewhat like because I haven't been ready for a 'deep conversation' yet, and then repeating the same mistake?
"What are you thinking about now?" Yu Zhan asked.
The elevator to the second floor had already arrived, and the door opened and closed.
Yu Zhan took her hand and stroked it.
Her hands were very cold, and her complexion was not good, like a little white rabbit that had just fallen into the water and been rescued.
"No." She came to her senses and was about to walk out when Yu Zhan placed the flowers in his hand on the arm with the clothes hanging on it, and then picked her up with one hand with his other hand.
"Ah!" she cried out in fright, instinctively wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her soft body pressing against his handsome face.
The long hair brushed across his cheek, leaving a hint of fragrance.
Luo Shu was so frightened that her chest heaved, but he didn't even breathe.
The elevator doors closed again.
Luo Shu lowered her head and looked at him for the first time.
His earlobes were bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was pressed against her chest in an extremely embarrassing position.
She carefully let go, trying to increase the distance between them, and put her small hands on his shoulders, holding his clothes tightly.
He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to ask.
The elevator door opened.
He walked out with steady steps and headed towards the room.
The clothes and flowers were placed on the sofa, and the hand holding her changed from one hand to a princess hug.
"Yu Zhan..." she trembled as she clutched his clothes tightly, calling his name in a trembling voice.
"Hmm." Yu Zhan carefully placed her on the bed, leaning over to look at the beauty before him. "You have to go to work tomorrow, so wash up and go to bed early."
A warm kiss landed on her forehead.
"Okay." She slowly let go.
He touched her head and walked into the study.
Luo Shu stared blankly at the white ceiling, somewhat lost in thought.
His attitude was different today. From the moment he met Qin Heng, his eyes held a darkness that Luo Shu had never seen before.
Could it be because I talked to Qin Heng a few more times?
Her heart clenched, and she tried to calm herself down.
After struggling for a long time, she went to the cloakroom and took out the nightgown she used to wear in the rented house from the bottom of the closet.
She had many of them, given to her by merchants she had previously worked with. They contained very little fabric, mostly camisoles, the longest reaching her thighs and the shortest reaching her upper thighs.
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, picked up one at random, and walked into the bathroom.
"..."
Unfortunately, I picked one that went all the way down to my thighs, barely covering my underwear. It had a tank top with no padding, and the back was open.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, feeling nervous as if she was about to go to the front line to die.
She patted her blushing cheeks and secretly encouraged herself in her heart.
"call--"
Open the bathroom door and walk towards the study.
He was typing on the computer, three buttons undone at the top of his shirt, his black tie undone and twisted to one side, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
His muscular figure is accentuated by the haute couture attire, and even the lines of his trousers are perfectly displayed.
He looks extremely lazy and unserious.
The room echoed with the clatter of keyboards, characters dancing with his slender fingers, completely oblivious to Luo Shu's arrival.
Until she stood next to his chair, half a meter away from him.
His gaze shifted from the keyboard to her, and he immediately stopped what he was doing.
At this moment, the heat in his body rushed around like a headless fly, and the flame of desire was ignited in an instant.
His strong reaction startled him; his loose fingers on the keyboard tightened slightly, and the serpentine veins on the back of his hand became faintly prominent.
His Adam's apple rolled instantly, and it seemed that even the blue veins on his arms were extremely suppressed.
She didn't realize that even if she wore a coat and didn't reveal anything, her charm could still arouse people's desires.
What's more, this piece of cloth, which weighs less than one ounce, will be gone if you tear it casually.
He forced himself to look away, slowly stood up, picked up his coat from the chair, draped it over her shoulders, and turned her around.
Luo Shu was frightened by his actions.
She dared not move; two large, warm hands on her shoulders were radiating heat, which spread from her shoulders throughout her body.
He, what does that mean?
Luo Shu felt the pressure on her shoulders tightening.
It hurts...
He was enduring it.
“Yu Zhan…” She paused, feeling her breath trembling and her whole body shaking.
"I'm ready..."
Her voice was delicate, as if it had already begun, and an alluring charm emanated from her.
Yu Zhan knew what she meant, but he couldn't—
If it were a few days ago, he would have pushed her down on the bed without hesitation and made her legs weak.
But today...
He didn't hear what Qin Heng said to her today, but he understood it perfectly from lip reading.
At this moment, the woman was afraid—afraid of being abandoned, afraid that the fight was just a passing whim. So she was eager to take that step to show her attitude.
This is not what he wanted.
If this happens at this point, then in her eyes, she'll see herself as that kind of person, someone who has nothing to do with love.
What Yu Zhan wants is love, lots of love!
He tried every means to bring this woman to his side, not wanting her to feel that he was restricting her.
"Today...no...I might have to work overtime, you should rest first." Yu Zhan pushed her back into the room, then turned around and went back to his study, continuing to sit at his computer desk.
He covered his face with his hands, his mind in turmoil.
Forced melons are not sweet, but they can quench thirst.
He knew it, but he wanted something sweet.
Luo Shu stood there in a daze, her hands tugging at the corner of her clothes tighter and tighter.
She was a little happy, but also unhappy, and seemed to be more unhappy. Why?
She crawled back into bed, curled up, and huddled in a corner, feeling incredibly sad—even sadder than when she left Qin Heng.
She was secretly examining herself.
Is it because I'm not charming enough?
Or is he tired of it before he even started?
A tightness gripped my chest, and for some reason, tears streamed down my face, falling onto the sheets and disappearing instantly.
She fell asleep sometime later.
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