Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

grass.

So good.

Fu Lang wanted to curse, and his teeth were itching. He wanted to bite the girl's delicate and fair body hard, leaving his own mark.

But in the end, Fu Lang did nothing. After taking off Xin Gan's light pink bra, he forced himself to look away, then took the windbreaker he had thrown on the seat and quickly wrapped the girl's entire slender body in it.

Xin Gan had a slender frame, and the man's jet-black coat was loose and felt a little empty when wrapped around her. Fu Lang buttoned it for her, and his fingertips brushed across the girl's soft white skin, causing a slight itch in his heart.

The style of this black windbreaker is that the neckline is low. Even if the dark gold button on the top is fastened, a delicate and small collarbone is still exposed.

Xin Gan sat there obediently, her face looking particularly fair and petite. After taking off her cold, heavy, wet clothes, she felt much more comfortable.

only……

Her eyelashes trembled wetly, and she moaned uncomfortably, "Pants..."

The voice was too soft, and Fu Lang didn't hear it clearly for a moment: "What?"

Xin Gan grasped the cuffs of the man's black windbreaker with her fingertips, "...the pants are wet too."

She was wearing light blue jeans, which had just turned dark after rolling around on the beach and in the sea with Fu Lang. Sand was dripping onto the seat, and it was sticky and cold on her skin. She felt very cold and uncomfortable.

Xin Gan raised her soft dark eyelashes and looked at the man. Her slightly tipsy eyes were like a beautiful gem covered with a layer of light mist. Her eyelashes blinked in a silly and cute manner. "Aren't you going to take it off for me?"

In Xin Gan's confused mind at the moment, this should have been taken off by Fu Lang.

Anyway, Fu Lang likes to take off her clothes.

However, to Fu Lang, Xin Gan's words sounded like... an invitation.

The man's long fingers suddenly tightened, and his throat felt a little hot. "Take it off."

Fu Lang's hand went under the hem of the windbreaker and touched the slender waist. His long fingers flexibly unfastened the metal button, then he patted the girl's hips with his big hand and ordered in a very dark voice: "Darling, lift it up."

Xin Gan moved his little butt obediently and successfully took off the water-stained jeans from his waist.

Things went even more smoothly afterwards.

Xin Gan's legs were slender to begin with, so Fu Lang had no trouble pulling her jeans down to her ankles little by little.

The hem of her black windbreaker fell down, just covering her thighs, but her two delicate white calves were exposed. There were some water droplets on them, which fell on the skin of her calves in tiny and crystal drops, revealing an extreme temptation.

Fu Lang had only seen Xin Gan wearing a skirt once in his life. Last time, he only caught a glimpse of her and she quickly ran away, so he didn't dare to look at her too much.

After all, it was their first time meeting, and she had just come out of the bath. He couldn't just stare at a little girl's legs like a pervert, could he?

At this moment...

Fu Lang admitted that he was quite perverted and had all kinds of dirty ideas in his mind.

In fact, Fu Lang had always known that Xin Gan's legs must be very beautiful. Although he saw her wearing long pants every time, Fu Lang had seen countless people and had long realized that she was born with beautiful bones. Both her bones and skin were stunning, which was exactly what he wanted.

I don't know why Xin Gan is afraid of him. She has never worn a skirt in front of him since then, and has never exposed her legs. She has hidden such a beautiful pair of legs, as if...

Just like knowing all his preferences and fetishes in advance.

Before he had time to think about it, the girl hummed softly again, interrupting Fu Lang's thoughts, "And the shoes, there's sand in the shoes..."

Fu Lang clicked his tongue, and a very hoarse laugh escaped from his throat, with a hint of doting: "Got it, little ancestor."

The trousers that she had taken off were piled on her slender ankles, hanging there dangling as if they could not bear the weight.

Water had indeed gotten into the girl's white shoes, and there was some sand on the surface.

Fu Lang had signed contracts worth hundreds of millions or even more with this hand, but now he was willing to take off his sweetheart's shoes...

The little white shoes, white socks, and light blue jeans were taken off one by one and thrown casually on the carpet under the seat, overlapping each other in a messy manner.

"...Fu Lang?" Xin Gan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she called the man.

Her feet were a little hurt by Fu Lang.

Fu Lang held the girl's snow-white feet in his palms. Instead of loosening his grip, he held them even tighter. His eyes were filled with intense desires. His throat moved and his voice was hoarse: "...Darling, can you let me touch your feet?"