Chapter 384 Jian Han, Why Is This the First Time?

Their eyes met.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were calm, and his gentle eyebrows had no extra expression. He just looked at her silently.

As if he was watching what she would do next.

Jian Han was panicking. She raised her feet and slowly walked forward to his side.

A white little hand raised and touched his arm. The man's muscles under the light pink shirt were firm and tight, with signs of arousal.

"Are you... okay?" Her voice echoed in the room, especially soft.

Zhou Dayuan chuckled, "Do you want me to touch you to confirm?"

She touched his arm just to confirm whether he had Chinese medicine. As a doctor, she would not fail to see this.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words. Jian Han slowly lowered her eyes. When she lowered her eyes, her eyes accidentally swept across his navy blue trousers, and her little face began to blush.

At this time, a white and slender big hand broke into her lowered eyes. Her small chin was lifted by him and she was forced to look up.

"Jian Han, do you know why you came in?" he asked.

Jian Han looked at his handsome and gentle features. At this moment, he overlapped with the boy in her memory. Her heart was melting. The two little hands hanging by her side grasped her clothes helplessly.

Knowing...

Zhou Dayuan took her shy look in his eyes. He smiled with his lips hooked, and his fingertips moved, gently stroking her delicate skin with his thumb and index finger, "Jian Han, when you came in, did you discuss with your Dean Tang, what kind of woman are you?"

Jian Han didn't speak, and there was nothing to say.

The hand on her chin could not be ignored. When he stroked her, an electric current was generated. The little hand clenched into a fist, afraid that it would soften.

How long is six years? It's far away, too far away, so far away that she blurred his appearance. The man who would enter her dreams every night finally stood in front of her so realistically.

In a room, she and him, talking quietly.

She had no other request, so grateful.

Zhou Dayuan saw the woman was silent, in fact, he was also quite strange, she was almost 31 this year, but the years did not leave any traces on her, she had not changed at all.

What was she like before?

She used to be a top student at Oxford University, with a good face and pretty appearance. When she entered school, many boys chased her and she was recognized as the school beauty.

It was a pity that she was cold and arrogant. She held a book all day and did not make friends, and ignored those boys.

Perhaps only he knew that such a noble and talented woman was actually a child who had not grown up in life.

She could not tell the east, west, south, north, and would get lost on the street; she was not good at dealing with neighbors and would make the relationship between them very bad; she did not fold clothes and quilts beautifully, let alone cooking, even cooking would be half-cooked...

Of course, this was not her fault, because she was the only daughter in the family, her parents ran a clinic, and treated her like a treasure.

She had not been in love before, she would be shy, and when he kissed her, she would hide in his arms and not let him see her little face.

Zhou Dayuan took back his hand, stood up and looked at her, his voice unconsciously became a little hoarse, and he said, "Come here."

Jian Han's shoulders trembled when she heard this, she bit her lower lip and refused to go over.

The two of them froze for a few seconds, and Zhou Dayuan raised his foot and walked away.

His actions conveyed a message, forget it if he didn't want to, he could find someone else.

"Dayuan..." She quickly reached out to hold his big hand and didn't let him go.

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, clasped her small hand with his backhand, and pulled hard. Jian Han didn't stand firmly and was directly pulled into his arms.

Jian Han was trembling all over, she was cold, and the man's arms were so broad, warm, and powerful.

Zhou Dayuan hugged her, hugged her tighter, put one hand on her slender back, and the other hand touched her waterfall-like hair. His breathing was unstable, he looked sideways, and kissed her hair hard.

There was a scent of shampoo on her hair.

"Are you cold?" He whispered, his voice soft and gentle, "If you are cold, hold me tight."

Jian Han's head rested on his heart. She felt his strong heartbeats and felt that her blood, which had been cold for many years, was boiling with him.

She reached out with trembling hands and hugged him tightly.

He hugged her very hard, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. This hug that was delayed for six years was really too late.

A quick and warm breath brushed across her cheek. The man raised his head from her neck. Jian Han's eyelashes trembled violently, knowing that he was going to kiss her.

Her two small hands tightly grasped the shirt on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and waited for his kiss to fall.

Her forehead felt hot. It turned out that he kissed her forehead.

His soft and warm thin lips gently rolled over her forehead, his movements were gentle, with endless heartache and pity.

Jian Han was instantly moved. After six years, a man who could possess you just hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead. This love was enough to move all women in the world.

"Dayuan..." She called him.

"Hmm?" He kissed her forehead densely, then kissed her beautiful little face. He responded in a low voice, looking for her red lips.

Jian Han opened her eyes at this time, "Don't..." She stretched out her hand to block his lips.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were deep and hot. He kissed her fingertips and asked, "What's wrong?"

Her soft waist was held by his big hand, and she nestled in his arms. Her breath was full of his clean and clear smell. Jian Han was about to get drunk, "Why break up?"

She asked softly.

"If I say that since I met Li Beibei, you often show sad and lost emotions, and I am afraid that you will mind and be jealous, so I broke up with you, would you believe it?"

In fact, he and Li Beibei have never started, except for the meeting at the banquet, this is the second time they have been together.

Jian Han raised her eyes to look into his eyes, and warm liquid slid down her face, "You are so stupid."

She believed it.

So, he was stupid.

She had Tang Fan by her side, and she and him were already the past tense. He didn't need to take care of every bit of her emotions, he didn't need to be so humble and pious...

Zhou Dayuan smiled, if everyone in this world could control themselves not to be a fool, then there would be no word fool in the dictionary.

"Then you... why did you do that at the bar just now?"

"What?" Zhou Dayuan hugged her tightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Kiss you, or look at you with my eyes?"

Jian Han's little face flushed, aggrieved, "Both."

"Isn't this what you always like, teasing me, leaving after teasing, and throwing a basin of cold water on me."

Jian Han lowered her eyes, pouted her red lips, and protested softly, "How could it be?"

She had never teased him.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her red lips, leaned down, and kissed the corner of her lips.

Jian Han "hmm" twice when he kissed her, and her body slid to the ground, she was weak all over.

Zhou Dayuan held her soft waist tightly, held her in his arms, and asked softly, "Can I kiss you?"

He really kissed her.

Their breathing instantly blended together, and I didn't know who was trembling. The lights in the room were dim and soft, like a dream. Jian Han fluttered her eyelashes in fear and closed her eyes.

Afraid that the dream would be broken.

After a while of dizziness, she had fallen into the soft big bed. Jian Han closed her eyes and groped for his mirrorless eye sockets, then helped him take them off and carefully placed them on the bedside.

"Jian Han, break up with Dean Tang."

Her thoughts were confused for a moment, and she didn't hear what he said clearly, "What?"

Seeing her confused look, Zhou Dayuan said seriously, "Break up with Dean Tang, because I don't want to share a woman with other men."

Jian Han heard this sentence clearly. She remembered the question of truth or dare, and her whole body was burning. His words were a bit unpleasant. Jian Han punched him hard, then buried her little face deeply in the pillow, not looking at him.

Zhou Dayuan saw that she didn't respond, and his usually gentle face became darker. He didn't stop the force under his hand. He felt pain in his heart, and probably wanted to make her feel pain.

He closed his eyes.

Jian Han bit her tongue and tasted the sweet and fishy taste in her mouth. Her eyelashes trembled violently and her body began to tremble. At this time, her hair wet with sweat on her cheek was pushed aside, and her whole face was held in his palm. The man's voice was in her ears, "Jian Han, why is it the first time, huh?"

Jian Han opened her eyes, and a layer of scarlet fell in the man's clear eyes. The light pink shirt may have been pulled by her. A few buttons were ripped and hung down in a mess. This was the first time she saw Zhou Dayuan like this.

He was looking at her with brilliance.

Jian Han stretched out her two snow-white arms and hooked them around his neck. She raised her body and took the initiative to kiss him, "Don't talk."

...

Ning Qing sat in the Bentley car and didn't want to talk to the man, so she boredly leaned her little head against the car window and looked at the scenery outside.

"Ning Qing." The man next to her was calling her.

"Well?" She responded lazily.

"Hold on tight, I'll take you on a real race."

Before Ning Qing could digest this, Lu Shaoming suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the Bentley car immediately shuttled away like an arrow.

"Ah," Ning Qing screamed.

Ning Qing had never tried such a speed before. Even with the windows closed, she could feel the whistling wind outside scraping across her face like a knife. She was so scared that she dared not open her eyes.

It was unknown how long it took before the car slowly stopped.

Ning Qing's palms were full of sweat. It seemed like she had just ridden a Ferris wheel. Her butterfly-wing eyelashes were tightly closed, and she refused to open her eyes for a long time.

Lu Shaoming turned off the engine and looked at the little woman curled up like a cat. He raised his eyebrows in a good mood, reached out to touch her little head, and coaxed her with a smile, "Okay, we're here, don't be afraid."