Falling tonight

Chapter 20 Traces
"Don't move, I just want to hug you." Han Zihao's voice was dry and hoarse, but his strength was surprisingly strong. He held her waist with his hands to prevent her from moving.

Zhao Rou was resisting physical contact with him all over her body, and she was worried that if she continued to resist, it would be counterproductive and make Han Zihao angry, so she calmed down and put her hands on her chest in a defensive posture.

Han Zihao hugged her for a while, let go of her, took her hand and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

His back was thin, and his haggard and weak appearance did not look fake, but he was still on guard against others.

Zhao Rou was wary, but couldn't break free from his hand, so she stopped in front of the stairs.

"Where's the kitchen? I brought some medicine and I'll make some for you to drink."

Han Zihao turned around, his eyes bloodshot and his face tired.

"I took the medicine and now I want to sleep for a while. Can you stay with me?"

When they were in love in country M, Han Zihao stayed at her house when she was sick. Although they didn't share the same bed, he took care of her throughout the night.

If she hadn't discovered that he was having an affair with Su Ran, Zhao Rou would have agreed to his request without thinking.

It's just that now she doesn't want to accompany him in an affectionate drama, especially being alone in the same room with him, she can't do it.

"I think you're not in the right state. You wait for me in the living room and I'll prepare some medicine for you."

Zhao Rou frowned, pulled him to the sofa and sat down, then got up and went to the kitchen.

Han Zihao's eyes were always led by Zhao Rou's figure.

She was wearing a sleeveless white short T-shirt and black high-waisted denim trousers. She was simply dressed up, but her curved figure revealed an indescribable charm.

That was the body he had coveted for a long time. At this moment, there were only two of them in the huge villa, and Han Zihao's body began to stir.

He breathed thickly, and when he caught a glimpse of the aromatic smoke rising from the coffee table, his eyes moved slightly.

Zhao Rou lingered in the kitchen for a while. After the temperature of the boiling water in the cup dropped, she took out her mobile phone and sent Mu Zhou her location with some hesitation before walking out to the living room.

"Go and put on your clothes." Zhao Rou sat on the sofa at the other end and stared at him as he drank the medicine. She smelled a vague sweetness in the air and her face turned slightly red.

Even during a normal relationship, she would blush when she saw a male figure with no hair. In broad daylight, the man in front of her was only wearing boxers. It was true that she was a little embarrassed.

Han Zihao swallowed a mouthful of medicine, and the warm liquid spread across the depths of his throat.

Staring at the blush on the woman's pretty face, her lower abdomen was ready to move.

"I'm hot and don't want to wear it."

He walked to the sofa where Zhao Rou was sitting, suddenly reached out and pushed Zhao Rou to fall next to the sofa.

"what are you doing!"

Before Zhao Rou could react, Han Zihao's heavy body pressed against her, and his hot skin pressed against hers, making her tremble.

He grabbed her hand and raised it above his head, feeling the undulating soft curves under her body, and sighed with satisfaction.

Zhao Rou felt a strange feeling in her heart. She was ashamed and angry. She raised her knees and pushed him up, trying to kick him off her body.

"Go down!"

"Don't mess around, don't make me hate you!"

Han Zihao raised his upper body slightly, his eyes filled with love, and said hoarsely: "Don't move, I just want to hug you."

Zhao Rou could no longer hear what he was saying, and the strangeness in her heart became even more intense. She felt that the air was hot.

Sensing something wrong with her body, she panicked and tried her best to push him away with her arms and legs.

There is a huge disparity in strength between men and women. Even if he is sick, she still cannot break away from the man in front of her.

this moment.Zhao Rou was a little panicked.

Suddenly, Han Zihao stopped moving and stared at her waist gloomily, his voice cold.

"what is this?!"

Looking along his line of sight, Zhao Rou's heart stopped for a second.

Her short T-shirt was pulled until it was exposed and rolled up to her abdomen. Her high-waisted pants were pulled up, revealing some traces on her waist.It was what Mu Zhou had left the night before. His love for her was so deep that he grabbed her waist and used force, showing no pity for her at all.

"You're loving me?!"

Han Zi couldn't believe it. Could it be that Su Ran had really told her that Zhao Rou had stolen someone behind his back? !
His face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and he let go of her hand, trying to undo her pants to see clearly.

Zhao Rou hurriedly blocked his movement, her crimson face full of anger, and shouted: "Are you sick?"

But Han Zihao's eyes were red, and he was tugging at the buttons of his high-waisted pants with both hands, confirming his suspicions with his actions.

She was angry and anxious, and suddenly an idea came to her, and she thought of a reason and blurted it out.

"Did you forget that day at the banquet? Bai Zhenghe, it was he who saved me!"

She observed Han Zihao's stunned expression and hurriedly protected the button of his pants: "At that time, he rushed into the bathroom, and I had already fainted. He could only carry me to the hospital. You know, I have always had scars, so …”

"If you weren't there, how could I let others touch me and leave traces? I don't want that!"

Han Zihao frowned when he heard this, his emotions were affected by the following sentence, and he recalled that night.

Su Ran pestered him that day. Soon after he left the banquet, he learned that Zhao Rou was injured. He didn't ask for specific details, let alone how Bai Zhenghe sent Zhao Rou to the hospital.

He loosened his grip on her pants and sat up slightly to calm down.

"Really?"

"Otherwise? What do you suspect?" Zhao Rou raised her eyes and stared at him angrily, suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

Facing the angry fox eyes, Han Zihao suddenly felt nervous.

He wanted to ask why he couldn't contact her in the days after returning to China, but he didn't know how to say it.

He was afraid that if he asked, Zhao Rou would blame him for being suspicious, just like he was suspicious of the marks on her waist. Her explanation made him feel a little unreasonable.

Seeing Han Zihao's evasive eyes, she pushed forward and sat up to question him.

"What's going on with you today? You started touching me right away, and you still doubt me? You weren't like this before."

"Me," Han Zihao faltered, not as arrogant as before, and his voice was still hoarse.

"If you still don't believe it, I have to reconsider our relationship. Without even the most basic trust, we can't continue on. I'm leaving."

She didn't know what Han Zihao had done, but she felt very hot inside her body, and she urgently needed some cool contact to relieve her discomfort.

She forced herself to stand up and leave.

"No, it's my problem," Han Zihao heard that Zhao Rou was in a mood, stood up and grabbed her, explaining hurriedly.

"I was anxious just now and said the wrong thing. Don't be angry."

Zhao Rou felt that his hot hand was now extremely cool.

She looked at him coldly, not expecting that someone who originally respected her would use such despicable methods.

"I've been thinking these past few days whether I spend too little time with you, especially since I'm sick today and you're not around. It seems like I'm missing something."

"I care about you so much. So, let's sit down and have a chat, okay?"

The man in front of her spoke extremely sincerely, and Zhao Rou suddenly wanted to laugh.

The corners of her lips curved in a cool way. She didn't want to continue these meaningless arguments with him, nor did she want to give him a chance to delay his plan to succeed.

She brushed his hand away hard, but he didn't let go, instead holding her wrist tightly.

Just when Zhao Rou thought she was going to fight with him, there was a doorbell ringing.

"Ding dong."

Zhao Rou's heart dropped slightly.

He is finally here.

(End of this chapter)