Chapter 113

When Han Zhiyu wakes up from his coma, he finds himself lying on the big bed of the villa.

Vaguely, I only remember that I seem to have passed out in a coma in the car, and I remember from behind.

When she just wanted to get up, 1 put her hands on her shoulder and stopped her movement.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhiyu frowned and saw that she had put on a clean silk nightgown.

Lu also wore only one bathrobe and his hair was wet. It was obvious that he had just finished taking a bath.

But when she looked down, she found that he didn't wear anything inside.

"You let me go..." Her voice with a little trembling cry, really afraid.

"Zhiyu, tell me who you are?" His voice was cold and he felt her sweet, red and swollen lips.

Han Zhiyu didn't know why he was so abnormal. Looking at him, he was also in a panic.

But this instant's silence made Lu frown discontentedly.

"Say it His thin lips moved again, his body was so hot that his voice suddenly cooled down.

Han Zhiyu's eyes were red and her voice choked: "so is Lu. I'm nobody."

At this time, she still didn't want to be soft on him.

"Is it?" Lu also laughed angrily, bowed his head and said in a hoarse voice, "what is our marriage? What is such a long time together? "

Hearing this, Han Zhiyu's heart was in a state of angina.

She also wanted to question each other, if you really care about this marriage, then you should not mix with ashiqi.

But she closed her eyes and bit her lips. Lu's cold eyes shrank and said, "don't talk?"

"Our marriage is just a game of mutual benefit. Is Mr. Lu serious?"

When Han Zhiyu opened her eyes, she obviously took a hint of ridicule.

Lu's face was instantly overcast, and he looked directly at her, saying, "a game of mutual benefit?"

It turns out that I have done so many things for her, and finally I can only exchange these seven words in return!

On his angry pupil, Han Zhiyu opened his head.

This action is like the last straw, crushing Lu's rationality.

With a sneer, he got up and began to take off his bathrobe slowly.

Looking at his actions, Han Zhiyu said in fear, "you, what are you going to do?"

"Since it's mutually beneficial, it's only fair that I always get paid." There is no temperature in Lu's eyes.

Han Zhiyu sat up in fright and kept retreating, "so is Lu. You can't, you can't do this to me!"

"You know I can, and you don't have the right to say no."

At the moment, Lu is just like Satan from hell. The chill all over makes Han Zhiyu's scalp numb.

The man's dark and angry eyes made her afraid, as if there were other things in his anger, which made her heart beat wildly.

At last, the moment when the man's palm touched her ankle, she screamed out of control.

She was dragged back, her lips were sealed by him in an instant, and her waist was hugged to herself by his big palm.

Han Zhiyu was breathless when he was kissing, but the back of his head was still pressed tightly by him. There was no possibility of escape.

"It's too late for her to sob, but it doesn't have any effect except to make the other party more excited.

"So is Lu. Let me go." Finally empty mouth, Han Zhiyu grabbed his arm begged.

"Hiss --" her silk nightgown was torn apart. Before she could be surprised, Han Zhiyu lost her voice and her tears were left in an instant.

She closed her eyes tightly and held his arm with her fingers. Her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

Lu, too, was obviously having a hard time. The blue veins protruded from his forehead.

He lowered his head to kiss her tears, breath close to her ear: "Zhiyu, good, relax."

"So is Lu, you son of a bitch." Her tears kept falling, and she was unable to move on the bed.

She actually had a relationship with Lu!

Through the misty tears, she saw that the man's hair was wet, black and soft. On his handsome face, the beads of water slid down the firm outline, and she could not tell whether it was the sweat or the cold water he had just bathed in.

"So is Lu! So is Lu Han Zhiyu is going crazy. She really hurts!

I can't stand it. I bit him on the shoulder. I bit him hard.

In the end, Han Zhiyu was weak and almost collapsed. She had given up resistance for a long time, because the more she resisted, the more powerful he was to hold her four limbs.

"Zhiyu, I said you have no right to say no." Lu also thoughtfully pushed away the wet hair on her forehead, "besides, it's still very long tonight, isn't it?"

With that, Lu also bowed his head and kissed her pale and trembling lips

The next morning.The curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was still dark.

Under the white quilt, the man holds the petite woman in his arms. The woman's forehead is against his neck. They sleep with each other.

Lu youyou wakes up and moves slightly. Then he finds Han Zhiyu, who is lying on his arm, moving towards him discontentedly.

He chuckled, and his eyes fell on the woman sleeping next to him.

Lu also saw a trace of heartache in her eyes and gently rubbed her eyelids with tears.

He finally had her, which should have been a good memory, but he lost control in anger.

Regardless, this is her first time, "don't..." Although the people in my arms are tired, they are still keenly aware of the changes around them.

Cry like voice, hoarse voice of somniloquy.

"Please..." The delicate five officials almost wrinkled up to one, full of pain.

He hugged her lovingly and comforted her softly, "Zhiyu, don't be afraid, it's OK, it's OK."

But when she looked down, she found that her face was flushed abnormally.