Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 839 - 324: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] The Whale Who Became an Island (Part 5)

Chapter 839: Chapter 324: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] The Whale Who Became an Island (Part 5)

The girl seemed like a startled deer, covering her eyes and shrinking back ceaselessly, her face so red it looked like it could bleed, even the skin around her ears turning crimson.

"This is my room, my bed, get down!"

Lu Huai’an seemed not to hear.

After reaching up to turn off the light, he calmly pulled her into his embrace, "The sofa is so small, sleeping on it would be uncomfortable, and you wouldn’t be able to bear that."

Lu Huai’an wasn’t wearing anything!

Even though Lin Chu had thought about Lu Huai’an’s abs long ago, it was only talk. She had the mind but not the courage.

Now she felt as if she had been immobilized, not daring to move a bit, afraid of touching some unspeakable part.

Even though the light was off, she still kept her hands over her eyes, "Stop assuming things, I won’t."

The girl obediently nestled in his embrace, without any restless movements or struggles. This was exactly what Lu Huai’an wanted, "Elderly people say that disagreements in bed lead to reconciliation, couples shouldn’t sleep apart, didn’t you know?"

Lin Chu wanted to roll her eyes.

When did the arrogant Mr. Lu ever listen to anyone?

"That only applies if both people want to reconcile, I don’t have such an intention, so this reasoning doesn’t work."

Instead of stirring up a commotion every few days, it’s better to maintain this state.

It’s easier.

"I am your boss, the first thing to learn when entering the workforce is to read the room. Didn’t you notice the boss doesn’t want to sleep on the sofa?"

"Not officially employed yet, doesn’t count."

Lu Huai’an’s brows furrowed, and he tightened his arms, pressing the girl trying to shrink back into his embrace, "Then am I not your husband?"

They were separated only by the thin nightgown Lin Chu was wearing, silk material, practically non-existent.

Already close, Lu Huai’an’s action was undoubtedly adding insult to injury, forcing Lin Chu into his embrace; she could almost feel the presence of something somewhere.

Her body stiffened, not daring to move recklessly.

The man’s warm breath hovered at the nape of her neck, somewhat tickling; clearly, it was a scene on the verge of ambiguity. Yet the heat at Lin Chu’s earlobes was slowly fading.

Some words slipped out unconsciously, "What’s the use, your heart’s desire isn’t me."

A second after speaking, Lin Chu regretted it.

Just before, she had firmly insisted he sleep on the sofa; now what did this mean?

Like a resentful woman...

In the darkness, the corners of Lu Huai’an’s lips slowly lifted, his voice deep and magnetic, "Weren’t you always sure that I liked you?"

Lin Chu also couldn’t understand why she was sure.

That’s why she went ahead alone and started this gamble.

The powerful heartbeat of the man echoed beside her ears, thud... thud... thud...

She felt a bit dazed, "Maybe... it was my misconception."

Lu Huai’an was naturally indifferent, never speaking sweet words or making promises, "Whether it’s a misconception, why not go see for yourself?"

As the man’s ambiguous words reached Lin Chu’s ears, the person lying beside her suddenly turned over; the room wasn’t completely dark, there was a faint moonlight.

Lin Chu seemed to know what he wanted to do, so she turned her head before his kiss landed.

The warm kiss fell on her cheek; she didn’t have much emotional fluctuation, her voice very calm, "I’m not Zixia Fairy, I don’t have the ability to look into your heart."

In "A Chinese Odyssey," Zixia Fairy was like a moth to a flame, giving the purest love to Zizunbao who drew the Purple and Green Treasure Sword, but Zizunbao loved Bai Jingjing.

Zixia Fairy didn’t believe it, so Zizunbao joked about pulling out his heart to show her, thus, she entered Zizunbao’s heart.

After getting the answer, she left a tear.

It was a movie, but to some people, it was more than just a movie.

Lu Huai’an’s kiss started from the girl’s cheek, seeking her lips inch by inch, not aggressive, gentle and slow, leaving a wet trail on her skin.

A husky voice overflowed from between their connected lips, "You’re not anyone else, you’re Lin Chu."

These words seemed to be an incantation with magical power; Lin Chu’s heart softened, along with her rationality slowly crumbling.

The temperature in the air was rising, she raised a hand to cover her lips, blushing fiercely while guarding her thin nightgown, "I have lived in this room for many years, don’t mess around!"

Lu Huai’an held the girl’s restless hand, pressing it into the pillow, gently biting her chin, "The soundproofing is good, you can shout louder."