C11

After going on a business trip, Kang Wen Yuan returned to his state of indifference towards Chu Qing Yan.

She soon adapted to the days when she went to and from work as usual, with servants to wait on her and food to eat and dress.

Chu Qing Yan didn't know why she remembered the time when Kang Wen Yuan left so clearly. Fifty days had passed by so quickly.

She stood up in the bathtub and stepped out, but her feet slipped.

"Ahh …" She screamed and fell into the water, which flooded over her in an instant.

Chu Qing Yan struggled instinctively as she grabbed the edge of the bathtub, wanting to get up. Then, a pair of strong hands dragged her out of the water.

After choking on the water, Chu Qing Yan began to cough loudly.

She lay listlessly on the edge of the bathtub, coughing and panting.

"Idiot!" When the clear, cold, low voice entered Chu Qing Yan's ears, she immediately raised her head in shock. Kang Wen Yuan's handsome, extraordinary face was inches away from him, and a faint blush could be seen on his face.

She thought the person who pulled her up was the nanny, she didn't expect it to be the Kang Wen Yuan she hadn't seen for fifty days.

Didn't they say that they would be away for two months?

Why did he come back earlier?

Chu Qing Yan didn't have the heart to prepare to face Kang Wen Yuan, not to mention that she was completely naked.

She stuck closely to his body. His clothes were soaked by the water from her body, sticking tightly to his skin, sketching out the curves of his vigorous body.

Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her heartbeat became heavier and heavier. She could feel that Kang Wen Yuan's muscles were tight as iron.

Chu Qing Yan's heart panicked. She subconsciously protected her chest, and said with a flushed face: "Get out, I … "I want to put on my clothes …"

"It would look better if I didn't wear it."

His voice was hoarse like a broken zither, and the hand around Chu Qing Yan's waist unconsciously tightened. On his palm, there was a ball of fire, burning her skin.

"But …" She wasn't ready to share the bed with him yet.

"Don't talk!"

"Let me down, we should have a good talk, wait... "Don't do that..."

Kang Wen Yuan ignored his protest, bent over and placed her in the middle of the bed.

His elbow was on her ear, and the weight of his body did not fall at once.

"About what?" He asked hoarsely, something flowing inside his body, but he pressed it down.

"I think we can cultivate our feelings first. We can only do that sort of thing more naturally when we're more familiar with each other, don't you think?" Chu Qing Yan was terrified, afraid that Kang Wen Yuan would forcefully go on the offensive.

Through the trousers, she could feel his heat, and the passion that was waiting to be unleashed.

She panicked even more.

Her clear eyes were like those of a newborn deer, full of curiosity and fear for the world.

"You know how long I am, and I know how deep you are. Are you not familiar enough?"

The exposed words naturally came out of Kang Wen Yuan's mouth. His lips contained a faint smile, which carried a bewitching charm.

"I'm talking about familiarity in other areas. Other than your name and appearance, I know nothing about you. Although you are my husband, the feeling you give me is similar to that of a stranger."

Chu Qing Yan was a conservative woman, the enthusiasm from that night was just an accident, she was really concerned about her chastity.

Although she was already married to Kang Wen Yuan, she still could not pass the test of her own heart.

She needed time.

Kang Wen Yuan didn't care about her refusal, as his kiss fell from the sky and fell on every part of Chu Qing Yan's body.

The delicate kiss made her shiver.

"No, let go of me …" She reached out to him, to his lips, but to no avail.

His kiss accumulated all of his desires, and slowly became no longer gentle. He had too much energy to relax, and Chu Qing Yan's body provided such an arena.

"Kang Wen Yuan... Let go of me. "Let me go …" Chu Qing Yan used all of her strength, her heart tearing and lungs tearing, her mouth immediately filled with the faint smell of blood.

"Enough, stop arguing!" He suddenly raised his head from her body. His brows were tightly knitted, his eyes were dark, and his face still wore the same indifferent expression.

Chu Qing Yan was shocked, she shut her mouth and looked at him timidly.

She pressed her trembling hands against his chest and shyly shifted her gaze away. She was so scared that she didn't dare to meet his gaze. She pursed her dry lips and said with difficulty, "Please let me go."