Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

After a while, I choked on my chest. The president's hand had climbed directly onto my chest. The feeling of electric shock swept through my whole body. A groan almost spilled from the depths of my throat.

The familiar smell from the tip of my nose floated again. At this moment, I was even a little intoxicated, because the president gave me a feeling so similar to Huo Yancheng that I almost thought huoyancheng was with me now.

But how is that possible?

In this life, Huo Yancheng and I are afraid that we really don't have any chance. He won't accept a woman who marries another man at all.

"What are you thinking?" Men's emotional voices were light hoarse, hot breath sprayed on my side face, and then a very light kiss fell on the corner of my mouth.

I subconsciously turned my head to avoid, and my chin was pinched.

"Vice President Zhou, you are now my legal wife and have no right to resist my approach."

He was sullen. "Don't forget that Zhou's fate is in my hands."

Suddenly, my body was tight and stiff, and I secretly hated this man for being mean. I even threatened me with Zhou, but at the same time, I had to bow to reality. Indeed, I had no possibility to resist this man.

I once thought that I could not accept other men except Huo Yancheng in my life, but now I can't be teased by this man.

"Xi ran..." the man suddenly called me.

Suddenly, my as like as two peas, and the voice that I heard was just like the Hodgson city.

One night indulgence, men seem to have endless energy, turning me over and over, leaving our traces everywhere in the room.

I really want to see who the man who bullies me is through the outside light, but it's a pity that every time a man hides his face in the dark so that I can't see it at all.

"Xi ran, I love you..."

My consciousness has completely disappeared, and I haven't heard what the man said at all. My body is soft and has no strength.

I felt vaguely that someone picked me up and put me down, and then I fell into a coma.

In my dream, I saw Huo Yancheng. When I rushed up to hold him, the man's face suddenly became the president. I couldn't brake and rushed directly into the president's arms, suddenly sober.

It's morning when I open my eyes. The fine sunshine outside the window shines in and sprinkles broken gold on the ground.

There was no one around me. I reached out and touched the position. It was cold, as if no one had slept at all. If I hadn't felt acidic now, I suspected that what happened last night was just my own spring dream.

He sat up with his hands on his body. His body was fresh and refreshing. He had been changed into pajamas.