Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

"Dancing?" Fu Lang licked his lips. His breath had not yet completely calmed down, and his voice was a little hoarse with a grainy texture.

He knew that she had been learning dancing since she was young, but he had never seen her. When she was sober, she was very wary of him. How could she take the initiative to ask him to dance with soft and seductive eyes?

There are really too many unexpected surprises tonight.

If he had known that she would be so well behaved when drunk, he should have...

The man's dark eyes suddenly darkened for a moment, and he thought again, has she ever been drunk in front of others?

Thinking that Xin Gan might also show such a coquettish behavior in front of other men, Fu Lang couldn't help feeling angry.

The slender hand that had not yet stretched out from the hem of the girl's thin white sweater suddenly grabbed her waist. Fu Lang gritted his teeth and said with a hint of cruelty, "Baby, you also dance in front of others after getting drunk like this?"

"...It hurts." Xin Gan's eyelashes were tearful and he cried out instantly.

Her grandmother Chen Ciyun had many secret recipes for nourishing the skin and hair passed down from her ancestors, and she had given them to Xin Gan since she was a child. In addition, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are good for nourishing people, so Xin Gan's skin is particularly fair, tender and delicate.

The man's hands grasped Xin Gan's waist without any obstruction. Originally, he was kneading it sometimes hard and sometimes lightly, with an intention of caressing lovingly. But now he suddenly used more force, and Xin Gan naturally couldn't bear it.

Under the clothes, the beautiful white waistline was revealed with some traces of bright color.

Fu Lang is so annoying, it’s always so heavy.

If the injury was more serious, the mark would not disappear for several days.

She bit her lip coquettishly and said, "Fu Lang, be gentle..."

Fu Lang was in no mood to "pity" her this time. His eyes were as dark as ink, his palms were stained with burning intent, and his hands were not gentle at all. "Answer my question first."

"...Huh? What?" Xin Gan's beautiful eyes were silly and cute. Her drunken little head had no idea what question Fu Lang had just asked.

Fu Lang repeated it word by word, and the hostility between his lips and teeth made people feel frightened when they heard it.

It was as if Xin Gan had really been drunk in front of someone, and had been coaxed into touching her waist like tonight, or even had taken the initiative to dance coquettishly for others... Fu Lang would never let that person go, nor would he easily let Xin Gan off.

Therefore, Xin Gan’s answer is crucial.

She was dizzy and light-headed, and didn't quite understand what Fu Lang meant by asking this. But in her drunken and dazed state, Xin Gan would answer any question obediently.

"No." She shook her head, her voice soft, "I only danced for you."

No one is as bad as him, and no one would feed her alcohol.

After Fu Lang heard this, the danger in his eyes finally faded a little, and a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "That's good."

The palm of his hand slightly loosened its strength, turning into a gentle and slow kneading. The man's voice was like smoke, and he lowered his voice to coax her: "Darling, you are not allowed to drink in front of others in the future. When you are drunk, you can only dance for your brother, understand?"

Xin Gan pouted her lips, her lips and teeth were soft, and she said with a hint of alcohol: "I know, I know~"

He said this again.

Are you annoying?

The girl's cheeks were slightly puffy and she looked so charming and cute with her frown on her face. Fu Lang rolled his throat slightly, half-hugged her in his arms, and lowered his head to find her lips.

While kissing him slowly, he was thinking about how to coax his sweetheart to drink next time.

Xin Gan probably subconsciously felt the danger. When the man was kissing her soft and plump lips, before he could go deeper, she grasped the black shirt on Fu Lang's chest with her fingertips and hummed delicately, "Uncomfortable..."

Fu Lang blew some warm air on the girl's tender and soft lips, raised his hand and rubbed the back of her neck, and laughed in a vague voice: "Why are you uncomfortable? I see you are quite comfortable being kissed, darling."