Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

The previous chapter has been refined, and some content has been added to the second half. If you feel that the context is not connected coherently, you can refresh and read it again, muah~

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Fu Lang pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and his teeth itched slightly, "Really?"

"Yeah." Xin Gan nodded, very obedient and soft. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then took the man's hand and put it on her belly. "I'm not lying to you. Touch it."

The girl had a small and slender frame and a flat belly. Even after eating and drinking cold beer, she felt bloated and a little full from the food. Her belly only had a slight curve and her palms felt soft to the touch.

Fu Lang's throat tightened, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Fuck."

Even though he was drunk, Xin Gan was still a very obedient person. He blinked his eyelashes, and there was a hint of doubt and grievance in his sparkling eyes. "…Why did you scold me?"

The girl’s face showed “I let you touch it all”.

Fu Lang rolled his throat and explained patiently, his tone coaxing a little, "Be good, I'm not scolding you."

His hand clasped the girl's slender waist. Xin Gan did not resist and sat in his arms obediently, looking up with her pale face, "Really?"

"Hmm." Fu Lang opened his thin lips slightly, covered the tip of her ear, and gently and slowly touched it, his voice was dark, "Darling, let me touch it again, hm?"

She felt so light and her ears were tickled. She nodded without thinking, "Okay."

"You agreed to this yourself..." Fu Lang's voice was slightly hoarse.

Xin Gan was a little annoyed with him and a little confused.

It's annoying. If Fu Lang wants to touch me, just do it. Why do you keep asking? It's not like we haven't done it before...

She thought to herself, there was no time when Fu Lang would not sleep if she did not agree.

Xin Gan hummed a few times perfunctorily.

She was wearing a thin, cream-colored sweater today. The man's hand reached into her hem and landed on her slender, white waist without any hindrance.

She groaned, her slender waist dodging, but Fu Lang did not give in. His hands were strong and his eyes were dark and sickly, with a hint of madness. "Why are you hiding? Didn't you agree to let me touch you?"

Xin Gan's voice was sweet and soft, "...itchy."

And the man's palm was not gentle, so she bit her lip: "It still hurts a little."

This statement made the sick red in Fu Lang's eyes fade a little. He licked his lips and smiled, and said seductively: "My dear, why are you so delicate? Brother, be gentle."

...

It's better to be gentler.

In the end, Fu Lang somewhat lost control and imprisoned the delicate little beauty in his arms, flirting with her at will.

The man's slender fingers touched the edge of the girl's bra, and when he stroked her slender back and almost unbuttoned the secret button at the back, his fingertips just stopped.

The person in his arms had messy black long hair, a face as red as a peach, bit his lips and panted slightly, his eyes were as wet as a deer, "...Fu Lang?"

Xin Gan was slightly confused.

Why did he stop?

The person who normally wouldn't let him touch her became so well-behaved after being drunk. Fu Lang had a hard time resisting the urge to touch her any further.

How could a man of his youth bear being looked at like this by her?

Fu Lang raised his hand to cover the girl's seductive eyes, twirling his tongue, his lips and teeth full of lust, "...Don't look at me like that anymore."

Otherwise, this beach is remote and no one comes here, so he can't guarantee...

Anyway, he is a bastard and can do anything ridiculous.

With her eyes covered, Xin Gan thought about it with her drunken head. Her drunken mind stayed in her past life and she was not on the same channel as the man at all. "...Fu Lang, do you want to see me dance?"