Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Fu Lang lowered his head and smiled, then slowly bit open a button on her chest with his teeth, leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, baby, I will be very gentle and won't hurt you."

He pitied her because of her young and slender body, and he suppressed the desire to destroy her that was raging in his heart. He did not do anything rough or direct, but was extremely gentle...

Xin Gan was lying on the back seat, with most of the black windbreaker wrapped around her body unbuttoned. One of her wrists was pressed on the leather seat by the man, making her look slender and white in the dark. Fu Lang buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath was hot, and his lips were scorching, like a branding iron imprinting on her skin.

Xin Gan was completely controlled by the man, and it seemed as if she had no control over her body.

The lines of her youthful but fair chest rose and fell slightly, her soft black eyelashes were wet, and her watery eyes were filled with lustful and blurred colors.

Fu Lang leaned over to kiss her while ripping open his shirt. Several buttons of the dark silver metal shirt opened and fell to the ground, revealing his slender body under the black shirt. "Darling, do you want to touch me?"

"..." The girl's black hair was disheveled, her eyes were shimmering and she shook her head, biting her lips and speaking shyly, "No, don't..."

Fu Lang grabbed Xin Gan's small hand, put it on himself, whispered sweet words to her in her ear, and then lifted his big palm from under the hem of his windbreaker.

"If it hurts, tell me."

Xin Gan felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, followed by a surge of heat. She clasped the man's bare shoulders with her fingertips, frowned, and a look of pain appeared on her milky white face. "Fu Lang, I..."

Seeing that Xin Gan had a strange expression, Fu Lang's first thought was that he had hurt her, but then he thought again, that was not right, he had not touched her at all with a single finger.

Forcing his slender fingers away from the delicate skin and pulling them out from under the girl's skirt, Fu Lang held up one side of Xin Gan's face with one hand and asked nervously, "Darling, what's wrong?"

Xin Gan bit her lip, her eyelashes fluttering, and her voice was thin and weak, hiding her guilty conscience, "I...I think my period has come."

She also used an uncertain "as if".

The beautiful and scorching air seemed to be still.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Fu Lang: "...Darling, are you lying to me?"

Fu Lang thought that she had agreed but wanted to go back on her word, or that she wanted to escape at the last minute, so she came up with such a poor excuse.

Xin Gan shook her head softly, "No, Fu Lang, I didn't lie to you."

Fu Lang narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I don't believe it, unless——"

The voice from his throat suddenly lowered, and every word he spoke revealed a sinister tone: "... Let me check it out."

He didn't even wait for Xin Gan to nod before he lifted the hem of her clothes. Amid Xin Gan's exclamations, Fu Lang raised his hand and peeled off the last pair of panties.

The man closed his eyes, clutching the panties tightly, his slender joints showing a hint of white, as if he was suppressing some emotion. After nearly three seconds, he opened his thin lips and uttered a word: "Fuck."

There is no need to "check" it in detail anymore, it's just here.

In the end, of course, Fu Lang was not so beastly as to do anything to Xin Gan, but the feeling of being forced to stop when the arrow was on the string was really uncomfortable. Fu Lang glanced at the person below him, and bit Xin Gan's cheek with hatred but not too much, "...Little bastard, you want to wear me to death!"