Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

The next day.

The early autumn sunshine falls on the earth.

Xin Gan woke up from the soft big bed in the villa. His eyelashes were dazzled by a ray of sunlight and trembled like a golden butterfly before he slowly opened his eyes. What immediately caught his eyes was a huge mirror on the ceiling above his head. Xin Gan, who was still a little drowsy, was suddenly startled and woke up completely with a "swish"!

This is Fu Lang’s house!

She sat up with her slender hands covering her chest, her heart beating slightly faster.

Why is she here?

I don't want to get up at all...

Xin Gan bit her lip and lifted the quilt. She was wearing a white men's shirt, with no bra underneath. Her lower abdomen felt a little sore, warm and painful, as if her period had come, but there were no signs of it on her body.

This made Xin Gan breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that what she was worried about did not happen, and Fu Lang did not do anything to her.

She looked up at the mirror on the ceiling that reflected the entire bed. Her face turned red. She bit her lip and whispered, "...pervert."

When he first saw it in his previous life, Xin Gan didn't know what the mirror was used for. He wondered why someone would install such a large mirror on the ceiling. Wouldn't it feel strange to look at it when he slept at night?

Later, she knew.

Xin Gan's face became hotter and hotter.

Although this was not the place where Fu Lang had imprisoned her like a canary in her previous life, they had indeed made love on this bed, so Xin Gan felt uncomfortable sitting on the bed, and her skin was burning.

The bedroom space is decorated in classic black and white tones. Xin Gan threw off the quilt and got out of bed, his snow-white bare feet stepping on the jet-black velvet carpet beside the bed. The gauze bandage on his bruised kneecap had been replaced, and he still felt a little pain when he landed. The hem of his white men's shirt fell down to barely cover his thighs and hips.

As soon as she got off the bed, the bedroom door opened. Aunt Rong was holding a tray with clothes on it. Seeing Xin Gan greet her, she smiled kindly and gently, "Miss Xin, are you awake?"

Xin Gan's face was pale and soft, and she called out, "Aunt Rong."

It seemed to come out naturally.

The voice of "Auntie Rong" was heard by Zuo Chen, who was one step behind and walking at the end.

Zuo Chen's eyes flashed with contemplation.

Fu Lang didn't think too much, his mind and eyes were filled with only Xin Gan.

Seeing that his sweetheart was only wearing his white shirt, with two slender legs exposed, white and tender feet stepping on the dark carpet, her dark and watery eyes looked at the door with a little confusion, and her pure and lustful look was very tempting. She didn't even wear a bra, because he changed it for her in the middle of the night yesterday. He knew very well how young, enchanting and attractive the female body under the white shirt was...

Fu Lang's face darkened immediately, and he gritted his teeth and said to Zuo Chen, "Damn it, turn your head away and don't look at me!"

Then the man himself stepped forward quickly.

Xin Gan watched Fu Lang walking towards her and felt a little panicked. Her jade feet, which were as cute as pearl shells, curled up nervously as she stepped on the inky black velvet carpet.

Before she could take a step back, Xin Gan was picked up by the princess in the next second.

Her body was suddenly suspended in the air. She let out a short scream and subconsciously hugged the man's neck with her two slender arms, "...Fu Lang!"

Fu Lang was originally just unhappy that Xin Gan's delicate and charming appearance was seen by other men, even if it was a bitch like Zuo Chen.

He had a strong possessiveness towards Xingan, just like a dragon wanting to hide the kidnapped princess together with his mountain of gold.

No, this evil dragon might be even worse in his bones. He wanted to lock the princess in the golden bed, desecrate her wantonly every night, and make her give birth to his child...

At this moment, when he heard Xin Gan's soft, charming and slightly panicked voice calling him, the anger in Fu Lang's chest inexplicably dissipated.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the little beauty in his arms, and had a teasing thought in mind. He raised the corners of his beautiful lips, lowered his voice and said beside Xin Gan's white earlobe: "...Why are you calling me? I'm not planning to go to bed with you now."