Chapter 452 I Don't Want to Hurt You and My Son, Please Be Good

But no matter how delicious it was, Jian Han didn't eat it. She turned her head away and didn't even look at it.

Cherry...

What a memorable fruit.

She still clearly remembered what he said at the last red wine competition, which was embarrassing and... revealing.

At this moment, her lips felt cold, and the man pinched a plump and tender cherry with two fingers and handed it to her lips personally.

"Try it." He was talking.

Jian Han blushed so much, he was calm and natural, but she didn't believe that he had forgotten what he said at the competition. Moreover, there were other fruits on the plate, but he picked cherries for her to eat.

If he didn't expose it, Jian Han didn't dare to be hypocritical. She was still trapped in his arms, afraid that if she angered him, he would say nonsense to her again. She opened her mouth and bit the cherry into her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Zhou Dayuan watched her soft cheeks chewing, and a little yogurt was on her red lips, which looked unusually plump.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Jian Han nodded, it was really delicious, his cooking skills have always been very good.

Since they met, he has been taking care of her in life and academics. Two or three months ago, every time he went to her apartment, he would clean up the house and cook for her after he was satisfied.

Jian Han's heart was as sweet as a layer of honey. After eating cherries, she thought of Tang Fan.

Now he seems to be in a good mood. If she mentions it to him...

Jian Han's long eyelashes like a cattail leaf fan trembled, and then she spoke softly, "Dayuan, can you let go... Tang Fan? He is innocent."

Zhou Dayuan rolled his Adam's apple, and his right hand came to her flat belly, gently touching it back and forth a few times. He closed his eyes and said, "Today we are newly married, can you stop talking about Tang Fan all the time? You don't even know how to beg for mercy. If you want to beg for mercy, serve me first."

Jian Han didn't dare to speak anymore. She knew that Tang Fan had become his forbidden zone. He would react excessively if she touched him.

In fact, she could communicate with him about Tang Fan. Everything was not what he thought. She and Tang Fan had always been clean and innocent.

At this time, Jian Han felt that the belt tied around her waist was untied. She lowered her eyes and saw that his left hand...

Jian Han's face flushed, and she quickly reached out to hold him down. She was anxious, "Don't do this."

"If this doesn't work, then what do you want me to do? Jian Han, tell me, how else do you want to torture me, huh?" The man covered her ear and spoke, whether to kiss or not, rubbing her with his flexible thin lips, his voice was hoarse and ruffian, already too bad, "Jian Han, do you know the difference between being married and not being married? I used to coax you, but now it is an obligation. As long as I want, you must give it to me, and you are mine."

Jian Han didn't expect such a gentle man to define marriage like this. In his mind, is marriage just to make this kind of thing become fair and aboveboard?

Jian Han struggled a little twice, but found that the more she struggled, the hotter his breath became. Jian Han didn't dare to move, her legs softened, and she fell straight into his arms.

Her soft little face was steamed pink, and she closed her eyes in panic. Her long eyelashes like a palm leaf fan trembled shyly.

At this time, Zhou Dayuan spoke up. He was in a good mood and was satisfied with her obedience. He smiled, "What can I do to Tang Fan? I will let him go if you live a good life with me. But don't do it next time. If you dare to take my son and run with other men again, I will never let you go."

The last sentence carried a bit of fierce warning.

Jian Han nodded, okay, there will be no next time, no, she has never run with other men.

Tang Fan is innocent, he has never been involved in her and him, let Tang Fan go, she will definitely live a good life with him.

At this time, her chest loosened, the man helped her adjust the hem of her skirt, and put his right hand around her soft waist and half pushed and half hugged her to the window, "Look."

Jian Han looked up when she heard the voice, what are you looking at?

At this time, there was a "whoosh" sound, and in the sky above the city, in the blue sea and blue sky, colorful fireworks exploded like meteors.

The fireworks sometimes looked like fluttering butterflies, sometimes like blooming trees, blooming brilliantly for a moment and then falling to the ground like rain of flowers, which was extremely beautiful.

Jian Han stared at the fireworks in a daze, her eyes shining, and she couldn't help stretching out her little hand to catch the falling stars, "Where did the fireworks come from? They are so beautiful."

Her outstretched little hand was held in the palm of the man's big hand. At this time, Jian Han felt a chill on her ring finger. When she lowered her eyes, she saw a diamond ring on her ring finger.

The platinum diamond ring, inlaid with a sparkling diamond, was elegant and generous in style, and it was very pleasing to the eye when worn on her slender white ring finger.

Jian Han's eye frame was hot, and there were crystal mist beads swirling in her eye sockets.

"Jian Han, marry me, huh?" The man spoke from behind.

Jian Han sniffed, what? Fireworks and rings, and the lines he didn't want to say a word more, this is his proposal?

He didn't think it was too simple.

Jian Han raised the corners of her beautiful lips and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I do."

She was willing to marry him and be his wife, forever and ever.

Zhou Dayuan kissed her neck from behind, and reached out his right hand to touch her little face. Her face was wet with tears, and he gently wiped them away for her.

Holding her soft waist with both hands, he found her little face and kissed her, "Does it hurt to kiss like this?"

Jian Han shook her head, no.

He went further and found the corner of her mouth and kissed her, "Does it hurt to kiss like this?"

Jian Han shook her head again, no.

So he gently held her shoulders, and he turned her around. She leaned against the window behind her. The gorgeous fireworks printed the man's face, which was extremely delicate. Her small almond face was held in his palm. He frowned and closed his eyes, sniffing the fragrance at the tip of her nose, "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, don't bear it. You've been pregnant for ten months, it's hard for you, and it's hard for me. Let's explore together."

Jian Han closed her eyes shyly, not knowing what his "exploration" meant. Now he spoke with a layer of meaning, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The eyes went dark, and he kissed her.

His kiss was gentle and mellow, probably remembering that he made her uncomfortable last night, and she wanted to vomit. He kissed her lips first, tentatively touching and kissing her before daring to open his mouth, not daring to probe inside, only daring to pester her for a little bit, absorbing her sweetness to satisfy his craving.

Jian Han closed her eyes comfortably. Her two small hands took the initiative to hug his neck and shuttled into his short hair. Time ticked by. She opened her mouth and bit his lips with her fine teeth like fresh shellfish, which made him breathe more heavily.

Then, he let her go.

Because if he didn't let go, the soup he stewed would be mushy.

Jian Han's little face was steamed red and nestled in his arms. Zhou Dayuan held her with one arm and rubbed her hair with the other hand. He adjusted his breathing, "Go get a bowl and chopsticks, I'll fry another dish, and we'll eat."

"Yes." She nodded obediently.

...

Zhou Dayuan prepared three dishes and one soup, steamed crucian carp with amomum villosum, spinach and shrimp, duck blood tofu, and a tomato bone soup.

Considering her anorexia and vomiting reaction, the ingredients were carefully selected, refreshing and delicious, with a combination of meat and vegetables, which made her look appetizing.

The two ate quietly, and finally Jian Han was fed a few more mouthfuls of soup by him. The man touched her round belly and let her go.

After dinner, Zhou Dayuan stood up to clean up the dishes, "Let me help you." Jian Han wanted to help, she always did nothing, she didn't know how to cook, but he would cook in the future, she could wash the dishes.

"No need," Zhou Dayuan bent down, leaned over and kissed her little face, he wanted to kiss just now, "Go take a shower."

Jian Han's relaxed nerves tensed up with his hoarse and low voice, her heart skipped a beat, knowing that their wedding night was finally here.

She was pregnant, and he himself said that he had to abstain, but after all... they had to sleep in the same bed.

...

In the bathroom, Jian Han lingered for a long time, she stood in front of the washbasin, the little woman in the mirror had a pink face because of the heat from the shower just now, she forgot to bring pajamas, and was embarrassed to call him, she only wrapped herself in a bath towel, revealing a woman's delicate and beautiful collarbone and white skin.

Holding a hair dryer in her hand, she blew her hair.

She would take as much time as she could, she didn't dare to go out.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. She just glanced sideways and the door of the bathroom was opened. Zhou Dayuan had obviously taken a shower. He stood by the door in a dark blue silk robe. There was a wet mist in his dark and clear eyebrows. He was young and handsome. He looked at her, "Why did you take so long to shower?"

Jian Han didn't know how to answer. She couldn't say that she was deliberately dawdling.

Zhou Dayuan walked in and took the hair dryer from her hand, "Let me do it."

He helped her blow dry her hair.

Zhou Dayuan rolled her hair with one hand and helped her blow it gently with the other hand. Looking at the woman through the mirror, she was a little embarrassed. One of her small hands covered the bath towel tied around her chest, probably afraid that it would fall off.

Zhou Dayuan smiled lazily and roguely, his eyes were hot. What was she covering? She didn't know that women like this would stimulate men and make him want to suppress them...

How could Jian Han know what he was thinking? After his hair was dried, she took the hair dryer from his hand and put it back in the cabinet.

At this moment, the world was spinning, and she was lifted up horizontally.

"Ah", Jian Han screamed instinctively, and she quickly hugged his neck with her two little hands, frightened.

"Heh..." The man's low and mellow laughter sounded in her ears. He seemed to scare her on purpose, and was happy to see her frightened and silly.

Jian Han was so angry that she raised a small pink fist and hit his broad shoulders, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Dayuan gently put her into the big bed. The red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks made her face red when she touched it with her two little hands.

She automatically rolled into the bed and slept, away from him.

Zhou Dayuan didn't say anything, he lifted the quilt and went to bed, turned off the wall lamp, left a dim table lamp on the bedside cabinet, and lay down to sleep.

Jian Han faced him with her slender back. The atmosphere was a bit weird. Neither of them spoke, and there was a flame surging in the air.

She felt hot and reached out to pull the quilt down a little. Then her slender white hand was held, and the clean and cool male breath came over her. He turned over and hovered over her.

She struggled instinctively.

Then he spoke, his low voice coaxing, "Don't move, I don't want to hurt you and my son, be good."

He kissed her.