Ran Ran kissed his thin lips hard, but he didn't respond. His whole body was as cold as a piece of wood.
Ran Ran was a little angry and anxious. She opened her mouth and started to bite Zhang Han, and soon bit the corner of his lip.
The faint smell of blood spread into her mouth.
Ran Ran stopped and looked at the place where he was bitten distressedly, "I'm sorry, husband. I didn't mean it. Does it hurt you?"
Zhang Han looked at her expressionlessly, "Is it okay? I'm going to work."
He turned to leave.
Ran Ran couldn't stand his behavior, so she grabbed him, then pushed him hard, and they both fell into the soft bed.
"Don't you want to work? Then you can go to work after we finish!"
Zhang Han was lying on the big bed, Ran Ran came up to him, she started kissing along his neck, showing off her feminine charm, "Husband, I love you, I really love you, and you love me too.
Okay, let me feel your love?"
She unbuttoned his shirt, and her hands fell on his strong muscles, trying to light a fire to burn them both.
Soon her hands came to the black belt around his waist. The next second her hands froze, and she was stunned...
A sense of frustration arose spontaneously. His body had no response to her. She had been struggling for so long, but he had no reaction at all.
He didn't respond, how could she continue?
Obviously he didn't do anything, but Ran Ran felt that he had humiliated her from the inside out.
She is a joke, a clown.
Ran Ran looked at him angrily and asked, "Why are you like this? Are you not interested in women anymore, or are you not interested because this woman is me?"
Zhang Han stretched out his hand to push her off his body, then sat up. He raised his slender fingers and casually buttoned the shirt buttons back, "Don't think about it, it's not good for your health. Go to bed early."
His handsome face looked like an autopsy in the light, and his slight laziness and slight indifference made him look particularly charming.
He is vaguely the same wild and unruly young man, but much more profound and awe-inspiring.
Ran Ran's eyes were red. In the eyes of outsiders, she looked so glamorous, happy and happy now, but those were all illusions.
In fact, she never got the warmth and love she wanted from Zhang Han. He had never touched her in the past three years.
His body didn't respond to her.
At this time, Zhang Han buttoned up his clothes, got up and left.
Ran Ran shouted at him, "If, if this person was Lin Buran, if she was sitting on you, would you still be so indifferent?"
This time Zhang Han didn't stop and left the room.
…
In the study room.
Zhang Han was sitting in his office chair with a batch of documents piled up in front of him, but he was not interested in working and kept smoking.
His mind was filled with that gentle and beautiful little face and the little glutinous rice dumpling beside her. The figures of mother and daughter lingered in front of him.
Three years ago, he knew that such beauty would not belong to him, and he was too far away from them.
He remembered that she was standing talking to him in her room two nights ago. The two of them were not close, but her body fragrance penetrated his mouth and nose.
Zhang Han was a little upset. He stretched out his tongue and licked his dry thin lips. He held the cigarette on his thin lips, then squinted his eyes and reached out to pull off his belt...