Chapter 137 She is a gift sent by the gods
Zhu Fan was pressed down by a kiss that stole all her breath.
Fang Qizhou's lips pressed against his, carrying a hot, aggressive scent. But the force of his lips and teeth abruptly stopped the moment they touched, turning into a restrained, gentle sucking.
Like a storm sweeping across the sea, it only dares to stir up the surface shimmer.
Between erratic breaths, Zhu Fan wrapped her arms around his neck, her curled eyelashes fluttering, "Fang Qizhou, you don't have to hold back..."
Fang Qizhou handed her a blueberry while she was biting her lip.
Zhu Fan's voice was slightly hoarse as she bit into a blueberry. "I'll help you in another way."
Fang Qizhou stroked her hot, full lips with his thumb, his eyes dark.
His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, veins bulging on his arms, and he carried the person out of the kitchen, heading straight for the room.
“Baby, don’t tempt me… I have no self-control in front of you.”
The low, husky voice in his ear, with its sexy, sultry tone, sent shivers down Zhu Fan's spine.
She buried her face in his chest, and the back of her knees and waist, supported by him, felt as if feathers were gently tickling her.
As her body sank into the soft bed, Zhu Fan boldly—
The next second, Fang Qizhou covered her with a soft down comforter.
Zhu Fan opened her eyes and saw Qi Zhou's roguish and unrestrained smile and unbridled lust above her.
Fang Qizhou reached out and touched her flat stomach. "It's mealtime. You need to eat to have energy."
"I'll call you when the food is ready."
Zhu Fan buried her face in the pillow.
Fang Qizhou's eyes practically screamed "I want to devour her," yet he still managed to restrain himself and go cook for her first.
She just saw it all...
You need to be well-fed to have energy...
Zhu Fan covered her face with the blanket.
Her body is also the most honest.
Zhu Fan reached out to touch the tablet on the bedside table.
Before putting it into practice, she needs to study the theory.
Zhu Fan's delicate, porcelain-like cheeks had an unnatural blush.
She put down the tablet and patted her burning cheeks.
She chose a nightgown in the closet and went into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, I came out of the half-open room and smelled a faint aroma of food.
Zhu Fan left the room wearing a pearl white slip dress, her gaze falling on the dining table where food had already been set out.
"Fang Qizhou, I could smell the fragrance in the room."
Fang Qizhou's dark eyes never left her the moment she left the room.
The nightgown was thin and light, revealing a large expanse of her fair back. A pearl chain dangled from her smooth back, falling to her waistline like a white rose soaked with morning dew. The lustrous sheen of the pearl chain swayed slightly with the girl's movements. The light silk cascaded along the curves of her body, cinching at her waist to create a breathtaking dip, and then blooming into languid waves at the hem.
Fang Qizhou pulled out the dining table and chairs. "Come and eat."
Zhu Fan walked to the dining table, but before she could sit down, Fang Qizhou pulled her to sit between his lap.
Fang Qizhou looked down, his gaze falling on her thin shoulder straps that seemed ready to snap at any moment, the porcelain-white skin beneath her collarbone rising and falling with her breath, shadows slowly shifting between her cleavage.
Zhu Fan picked up her chopsticks, a beautiful smile curving her lips. "How are you going to eat while you're holding me like this?"
Fang Qizhou wrapped his long arms around her soft waist, his voice already hoarse, "Baby, are you cold?"
The indoor heating was on, so Zhu Fan didn't feel cold. She shook her head at Fang Qizhou.
She deliberately asked, "Do I look good in this?"
Fang Qizhou's breathing became increasingly erratic, his scalding breath spraying onto the back of her neck.
The person in my arms exudes a soft and sweet fragrance.
The dishes on that table had lost their color, aroma, and flavor.
Fang Qizhou had only four words in his mind: "Make sure they're completely satisfied."
Zhu Fan got up from his lap, her skirt swaying.
The girl gently placed the chopsticks into his hand with her fingertips.
"Fang Qizhou, let's eat properly first."
The food was delicious, all prepared by Fang Qizhou according to her preferred and edible tastes.
Zhu Fan happily found her phone and took a picture of the meal.
Even while eating, she didn't forget to post a message on her WeChat Moments.
She shoveled the last of the rice in her bowl into her mouth along with the vegetables.
Fang Qizhou took the bowl from her hand.
Zhu Fan stopped him, saying, "I'm full."
It was as if they were waiting for her to say those words.
Fang Qizhou untied her hair, which she had styled to avoid getting it wet while showering.
With her long hair cascading down her shoulders, Zhu Fan was already being lifted up by Fang Qizhou, who was holding her by the buttocks.
Zhu Fan hooked her long legs around his waist.
The door closed—
The kisses landed one by one on Zhu Fan's cheeks and face, finally drifting to her petal-like cherry lips.
The sound of the skirt being torn made Zhu Fan feel a little sorry for the nightgown she had worn for less than an hour.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the dress that Fang Qizhou had crumpled up in his hands. "This nightgown is new..."
A pearl necklace wrapped around a man's muscular arm creates an extreme visual impact.
Fang Qizhou placed his large hand on her waist, "Buy a new one."
The crumpled skirt, once loosened, smoothed out and slipped off the edge of the bed...
...
Zhu Fan had no experience whatsoever; Fang Qizhou had always been in charge in every previous instance.
She was unaware that her inexperience and clumsiness almost cost Fang Qizhou his life.
Zhu Fan closed his eyes, unable to even lift a finger.
Opening my eyes, I saw a man's taut muscles and narrow waistline.
Zhu Fan bit down hard on Qi Zhou's shoulder, her teeth aching but she didn't let go.
...
He kissed away the damp red mark at the corner of her eye: "Baby is good at stepping."
Zhu Fan forbade him to speak.
Fang Qizhou picked up the thin down comforter from the carpet, wrapped it around Zhu Fan, and carried him to the study.
Zhu Fan's chin peeked out from under the down comforter. "Go take a shower, I can tidy up the room."
Fang Qizhou looked down at the person in his arms, a lazy smile playing on his lips, an indescribable wildness in his eyes: "Still have the energy?"
Zhu Fan shook his head and urged him to take a bath.
She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the bed.
After taking a shower, Fang Qizhou tidied up the room and went into the study.
Zhu Fan lay with his back to the wall, covering his head as he slept.
Fang Qizhou leaned against the door and stood there for a long time.
He thought that there were gods in this world.
Zhu Fan is a gift sent by the gods.
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