Addicted to sticking to her, the crazy CEO asks for a kiss every day

"almost done."

Jian Xiaoan responded to the call from outside the door and dried her hair faster.

Outside the door, Fu Nanchen heard Jian Xiaoan's voice and turned to walk towards the bed.

buzzing...

Jian Xiaoan's phone was vibrating, and the screen showed: Mom.

Fu Nanchen picked up the phone and looked at it for a while, waiting for the other party to interrupt. Soon he called again, hung up, and called again.

He pressed the answer button.

"Jian Xiaoan, why didn't you answer the phone? Where are you fooling around so late at night? Come back the day after tomorrow. Is what Brother Biao said true? Are you being kept by a man? Speak up!!"

Fu Nanchen frowned deeply as he listened to the rude words on the other end of the phone.

"Your stuff is worth nothing, otherwise, do you think Brother Biao would pay 58? Now you are getting bolder and bolder, actually having sex with a man before marriage, do you still have any shame?"

"Speak, speak to me!"

Fu Nanchen's fingers turned white as he held the phone. Is this what a mother would say to her daughter?

"What are you yelling about?" Fu Nanchen picked up the phone, his voice hoarse and full of hostility.

There was deathly silence on the other end of the line...

Doodle

The other party hangs up the phone.

Fu Nanchen watched as the screen of his mobile phone faded and the screensaver on the screen was shattered.

There was an indescribable anger in his heart. This was the girl he cherished. How could she be insulted like this, especially by someone who was her own mother?

Is this how she grew up being scolded?

Fu Nanchen sighed, stood up and walked to the desk. He picked up the medicine box on the desk and sat on the sofa.

In the bathroom, Jian Xiaoan tidied her hair, put on a bathrobe, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She pursed her red lips, as if thinking about something.

Jian Xiaoan thought of the couple on the roadside last night. They loved each other so much, they must be very happy with each other. The girl must have found it unforgettable her first time.

She was so envious, as if everything that belonged to her was disappearing bit by bit.

The only thing left was a cookie box in the rental house, which contained her award certificates and diaries from childhood to adulthood.

Oh, and there’s also a rag doll that has been with her since she can remember, and she still holds it to sleep every night.

No matter how many times she moved, she always kept these two things carefully.

Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoan's nose felt sore and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to open her eyes wide and looked at the ceiling.

However, no matter how hard I tried, tears still flowed down my cheeks.

She couldn't cry. She had endured all the difficult things. She could even endure it when her father whipped her. So what was this?

But she was really sad, as if her heart was being pulled away, and an uncontrollable emotion surged in her heart.

"Just bear with it and it will be over. It will only take five months," she said to herself.

Jian Xiaoan turned on the faucet, let the cold water splash on her face to make herself look less bad, then turned around, opened the door and went out.

In his sight, he saw Fu Nanchen sitting on the sofa, holding a medicine box in his arms and looking dazed.

"Has it been washed?"

Fu Nanchen looked at Jian Xiaoan, raised his hand and patted the sofa, "Come here."

"Oh."

Jian Xiaoan responded slowly and sat down next to him.

She raised her eyes and saw Fu Nanchen wearing a white bathrobe with a casually tied belt and a slightly open collar, revealing his chest muscles below his collarbone.

Jian Xiaoan quickly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the ground.

"Give me your hand."

Fu Nanchen picked up her hand. The wound on the tip of her index finger had turned white due to blisters and had not healed at all.

"Does it hurt? How did you get it broken?"

"Hiss..." The stinging pain of the alcohol came along the fingertips, and Jian Xiaoan frowned, "It doesn't hurt. I was cutting fruit at work and accidentally cut it."

Fu Nanchen lowered his eyes and listened while opening a pack of Band-Aids. He tore it open skillfully with his bony fingers. It was the same one that Jian Xiaoan used, and there was a little fox printed on it, with its eyes squinting, looking very cute.

He lowered his head and carefully placed the Band-Aid on her wound, wrapping it around the wound to secure it.

"Be careful next time."

He said as he placed the medicine box on the sofa.

Fu Nanchen's gaze fell on Jian Xiaoan's fair calves.

His throat tightened, his full Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a hidden desire made him restless.

He clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand stretched down his arm.

The whole bedroom was silent, and each other's heartbeats were affecting their eardrums.

Jian Xiaoan felt the sofa next to her sinking, and Fu Nanchen's oppressive body approached her.

Her breathing became increasingly tight, her hands clenched tightly on her knees, and her feet pressed together on the sofa.

Fu Nanchen looked at her.

Jian Xiaoan saw an angular face with deep and sharp features. The deep grooves on his eyelids straightened the corners of his eyes, and his black pupils stared at her.

She didn't dare to look at him and avoided his sight.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Xiaoan saw his slender fingers appear at the collar of her bathrobe, and her whole body tensed up, as if it would break in the next second.

Her eyes followed the path of his fingers down.

There was a chill at her collarbone, and warm fingertips touched her skin.

He slowly lifted the bathrobe until his entire shoulders were exposed.

Jian Xiaoan bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth, her lips turned white from being bitten. Her tense throat almost suffocated her, and she swallowed nervously.

The air was extremely quiet. Jian Xiaoan clenched her hands tightly, and her fingertips turned white from being pinched by her nails.

"Does it still hurt?"

Fu Nanchen's low and hoarse voice broke the silence.

"what?"

Jian Xiaoan raised her eyes and found that he was staring at the bruise on her shoulder. She took a long breath and her tense body slowly relaxed. "It doesn't hurt."

It turned out that Feng Yue had stepped on her shoulder, and Fu Nanchen had applied ointment on her last night.

That kick was really heavy. Feng Yue was at least quite skilled, having studied martial arts for several years and was Fu Nanchen's master.

Fu Nanchen turned around and took out a bottle of white ointment from the medicine box. When he opened it, it smelled of mint. It was prescribed by the doctor at home.

He unscrewed the cap, scooped out a little with his index finger and smeared it on her shoulder.

The icy feeling made Jian Xiaoan shudder, "It's so cold."

"Yeah, there's mint."

Fu Nanchen drew circles on the bruised area with his fingers and applied it twice before stopping.

When he was done he helped her pull the collar of her bathrobe up over her shoulders.

"Next time I'll break that old man's legs."

Fu Nanchen said in a muffled voice.

"Puchi..." Jian Xiaoan was suddenly amused by him and smiled with her lips pursed.

Seeing that she was no longer as nervous as before, Fu Nanchen reached out and held her in his arms.

His short hair was clean and black, hanging down naturally. His eyes were deep and bottomless under his hair, staring at Jian Xiaoan.

"Jian Xiaoan, what are you thinking about?"

Fu Nanchen's voice was slow and low, and he pinched her chin with his fingers as he spoke.

"No."

Jian Xiaoan lowered her head to answer, her long black eyelashes drooping, but her eyes were full of emotion.

Fu Nanchen's fingers ran through her long black hair, which flowed through his palms like silk. He looked at her closely.

Her eyes were clear and clean, and a thin layer of water light floated on her thin and white skin.

His eyes fell on Jian Xiaoan's pink lips. Her breath was subtly moist, making him unable to restrain himself...

"Jian Xiaoan..."

Fu Nanchen whispered...