Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 160 I Want to Hold You to Sleep (Deleted)

Ling Yu didn't move, lowered his eyes, and stood there, looking at the thick whorl of hair on his head with some awkwardness.

Tang Shuya lowered his head, the light hitting his eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, leaving a dim reflection.

The slender fingertips slowly rubbed the swollen ankle, and the originally cool ointment gradually became warm.

After wiping it, he took a wet towel from the side to wipe his fingers, and his eyes fell on the straight and white leg.

Ling Zhen looked at him and saw lust gradually appear in his eyes.

Knowing his intention, she froze and tried to pull her legs back, but they were still held firmly by the man.

"Okay."

"Not yet. I noticed your calves are a little stiff. How about I rub them for you?"

He stared at her quietly, the light between his brows seemed to gather the gentle moonlight, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Really, really not necessary."

She shrank back, but a warm and powerful hand had already covered her and began to knead gently.

A feeling of soreness and swelling followed, and Ling Zhen frowned.

"Be good, be obedient. I know pregnant women are prone to edema."

Ling Zhen was a little surprised.

The warmth of his palm seeped through her fair and smooth skin and gradually seeped into her swollen calves, like a warm current flowing slowly.

Ling Zhen glanced at him lightly. His technique was quite good.

The moonlight is like water, quietly spreading in the elegant room.

Under the warm yellow light, his eyes were as deep as the sea, with a clear smile on his lips. In just a few breaths, his eyes were filled with tiny sparks of light.

Each caress was done with just the right amount of strength, relieving her pain and touching her heartstrings.

An ambiguous atmosphere silently lingered between the two of them. She felt a little shy for some reason, and her cheeks were flushed, like the last rays of sunset.

He seemed to notice her shyness, and there was a hint of smile and doting in his eyes.

His fingers slid gently across her skin, and the stiff calf muscles gradually softened under his palms. The skin on her calves showed a delicate luster and was slightly red.

This light red color not only makes her legs look more slender and graceful, but also reveals a sense of shyness and temptation.

It was a silent temptation, subtle, yet it deeply attracted the man's attention.

While she wasn't paying attention, his palm rubbed higher and higher. Ling Zhen pressed on the back of his hand where the veins were obvious and said, "It really won't work."

Tang Shuya's hand, however, grasped her fingers tightly and said, "Ah Zhen..."

He murmured in a low voice, filled with indescribable emotions.

She bit her lower lip lightly, not daring to look him in the eye. He raised his hand hanging by his side and gently stroked her lips. His slightly cool fingers made her cheeks hot.

The warm feeling was like a weak electric current, flowing along her meridians into her heart.

Tang Shuya looked up at her, his peach blossom eyes filled with spring water, gentle and charming, his thin lips slightly parted, "Help me, okay?"

He sat up, moved closer to her, hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

Ling Zhen couldn't help but think that if she wasn't pregnant, he would have already forced himself on her and wouldn't have been begging and coaxing her like this.

She lowered her eyes slightly and asked in a low voice, "How do you want me to help you?"

He didn't expect that she would actually agree. Her eyes sparkled with a flattering expression. "I can do whatever you want. Don't worry, I won't touch you."

After saying that, he pressed the person into his arms and kissed and rubbed him.

Her face flushed unconsciously, and she hesitated for a long time before opening her mouth and saying, "Then, then..."

A white and tender little hand waved in front of Tang Shuya's eyes.

He gently lifted her chin, rubbing her lips with his thumb, his eyes blazing with desire, his voice full of temptation, "As beautiful as rose petals."

After saying that, he kissed her hard. He held her slender waist with one hand, and at the same time, he held Ling Zhen's soft hand with the other hand.

The man's clear voice was hoarse, as if he had been suppressed to the extreme.

Finally, he couldn't help but hug her tightly, burying his face in her neck.

Tang Shuya glanced at her and saw that her ears were red. When she raised her head, her face was flushed with shame.

He smiled, gently stroked her hair, and whispered to her ear, "Baby, thank you for your hard work."

Ling Zhen's arms felt a little sore, and he suddenly felt embarrassed and ashamed. "I'll go wash it."

When he came out of the bathroom, Tang Shuya was already leaning back on the bed, listening to her soft and thin voice. In the deep night, her skin glowed with white light under the dim light, like cold jade.

My heart softened, and a trace of pity and love spread out.

He patted the seat next to him and called softly, "A-Zhu, come here."

Ling Zhen looked up at him for a long time before slowly walking over and sitting next to him.

He pulled her into his arms, Ling Zhen's face pressed against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat.

Above him was his voice, hoarse from lust, "Let's sleep together tonight."

Ling Zhen knew that he would definitely not be satisfied with just this one time. It was not a bad thing that she had sex with him less often because of her pregnancy.

Lust, lust.

The line between love and desire is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Some men can completely separate love and desire.

What about women?

She suddenly remembered a line from Zhang Ailing's book: "The way to a woman's heart is through the narrow path below her navel."

She was not a fickle woman, but she was not a saint who had given up love and desire. She was extremely afraid that she would lose her mind and indulge in the slightest tenderness in his bed.

If she was bewitched by his momentary tenderness of pity, what awaited her would be a boundless abyss and endless pain.

She knew what he couldn't give her.

She was about to refuse when she thought so. Tang Shuya stroked her back and her smooth long hair, and said softly, "Stay with me. I want to hold you while I sleep. Is that okay?"

His voice was particularly pleasant in the night, and it sounded a little depressed because of the low tone, like a lover's loving whisper.

Severing Ling Yuan's rationality little by little.

Ling Zhen stared at him with eyes wide open. Her distinct black and white pupils were shrouded in a dense mist, revealing a pure and clean fragility. "No, I'm afraid you can't control yourself."

In fact, she was more afraid that she would lose control and continue to be confused and infatuated.

"No, I can hold it in." He lowered his head and kissed her thin and gently twitching eyelids, coaxing her: "I won't do anything, go to sleep."

In the morning, Ling Zhen was woken up by his scalding heat.

Seeing Ling Zhen half-closed his sleepy eyes and looked confused.

He curled his eyes, kissed her chin, kissed the corner of her lips, and then pressed his lips against hers.

Very light, very light.

As they kissed, Tang Shuya kissed himself into her.

It felt like a feather was gently brushing across my heart, causing waves of itching.

It's very uncomfortable, it's painful, it's uncomfortable to be able to see and touch it but not be able to eat it.

What's more, it was still morning, and he hadn't done it in many days.

Last night, it was like a person who had been hungry for a long time only drank the broth but did not actually eat the meat, and instead felt even hungrier.

I suddenly felt irritated.