Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 118 Obediently Call Your Husband, Call As You Want

For a moment, his chin rested lightly on the top of his head, his strong arms on both sides, and his hot embrace behind him.

Even though he didn't make any further moves, Ruan Shiyan felt that she was firmly wrapped by him.

The masculine breath mixed with ambergris silently wove into a fine net, and after covering her in it, it gradually tightened.

His breathing and heartbeat were amplified in the net, lingering in her ears, passing through the tympanic membrane, and hitting the heart directly.

I don't know how long it took, but her heartbeat gradually caught up with his frequency, almost exactly the same, and then... surpassed it a little bit...

But although Ruan Shiyan's side was a little bumpy, she couldn't help but feel distracted, but Song Zehan, who was holding her, was very normal.

Whether it's heartbeat or breathing, there is no difference from usual, and she is so calm, as if she is just a human-shaped pillow, not a big living person with flesh and blood.

Ruan Shiyan was a little depressed.

But I don't know if it's because I have doubts about my own charm and I'm depressed.

Still in the comparison between his state and Song Zehan's state, he was depressed because of his lack of concentration.

Is she...too unbearable to be tempted?

As for the "serious" Song Zehan, the few remaining self-control can barely control his breathing and heartbeat.

Although his fingers kept turning the pages on time, he couldn't even read half a word of the document in front of him.

The softness and warmth in his arms are his greed, and it is also the beauty that he does not want to lose for the rest of his life.

But right now Ruan Shiyan is in a state of confusion first, of course Song Zehan will not let go of this opportunity to tease her.

He exited the report file, clicked on the file, and his bony fingers danced nimbly across the screen.

Song Zehan: [Breathing so fast, uncomfortable? 】

Ruan Shiyan's mouth twitched in anger.

Isn't this a well-intentioned question?

Didn't he hold it?

"Yes, it's uncomfortable!" Ruan Shiyan's heart was broken, and she didn't bother to find a reason to explain, she opened her eyes and said nonsense, "To be honest, after the death, I got a disease that makes my whole body uncomfortable if I don't beat my husband for a day. Going to be sick."

Song Zehan couldn't help laughing, and continued typing the next reply.

Song Zehan: 【I have good physical strength. 】

What does this have to do with physical fitness?
"……so what?"

Song Zehan: 【Be obedient and call me husband, call me whatever you want. 】

"???" Waiting for her here?

Ruan Shiyan suddenly had a feeling that she had dug a hole with her own hands and was waiting for herself to jump.

It stands to reason...it's only natural that her name is Song Zehan's husband.

but……

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath, turned around in his arms, and changed her posture to face him.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked straight into those deep eyes.

His dark eyes still had the calm look, it seemed that no matter what happened, nothing could stir up waves in his eyes.

Like the unreachable night sky, it can accommodate everything.

It is also like the untouchable deep sea, dangerous and mysterious, which makes people awe-inspiring but can't help approaching again and again.

But at this time, there was only her reflection in those black eyes.

She could clearly see her dazed and...obsessed in his eyes.

Although she also knew that being a nymphomaniac was shameful, she really couldn't turn a blind eye to such a face and such an atmosphere.

If you let her call her husband...

Song Zehan patiently waited for Ruan Shiyan to adjust her mentality, and then said that familiar address from her mouth, in that delicate and soft voice...

(End of this chapter)