The Female CEO Falls in Love with Me

Is Zhang Yurong asleep?

Of course she's asleep.

But when Li Yan opened the door and came in, she was already alert and awake. Although it was just at home, after more than half a year of validation, she trusted that Li Yan wouldn't take advantage of the situation to harass her, yet her vigilance was a natural instinct. A company leader like her has a strong sense of self-discipline. A short nap is just that—a short nap, and she would never let sleep disrupt things. Even if no one came, she would wake up at the scheduled time because of her worries.

Now, when Li Yan came in, she was already awake. But for some reason, whether to test him a bit or something else, she didn't immediately sit up.

Quickly, Li Yan came up to her. She smelled a faint, yet noticeable, trace of alcohol on him, which made Zhang Yurong secretly frown. She estimated that he would cover her with something or turn up the air conditioning and then leave. That way, she could remain calm, but unexpectedly he stayed squatting in front of the sofa.

This made Yurong very uncomfortable.

What situation makes it hardest to pretend to sleep? When someone's staring at you!

Originally, there could be nothing wrong, but when someone is staring at you, you have to be very cautious, not daring to make any movement, because nervousness can easily give you away.

What made her more frustrated was that this man was not only staring at her face but also getting very close, almost close enough to feel his breath carrying a hint of alcohol, making her want to get up and shove him away! And his closeness also made her internally nervous: Is he trying to sneak a kiss? This made Yurong clench her fists secretly and, relying on his breath and feelings, if he suddenly approached her face, she'd immediately push or hit him!

Unfortunately, she had been holding back for a long time, her energy being nearly exhausted, but Li Yan was just purely admiring, without any intention of physical action. This left her feeling very frustrated! If you're going to make a move, please hurry up. What does this mean otherwise? Have you seen through me and are deliberately messing with me?

Finally, she felt Li Yan move a little away and stop staring at her face, which made Zhang Yurong secretly breathe a sigh of relief. But then she became even more tense because where he's now looking... was likely her chest! She started worrying about whether her clothes were buttoned, if her sleep had disorganized and exposed anything.

Fortunately, this period wasn't as long as before, and Li Yan didn't make a move, and then he more notably moved to the front of her feet.

With some distance now, Zhang Yurong could make some slight movements, her eyelashes trembling as she opened a slit in her eyelids to stealthily watch his actions.

Unexpectedly, this guy was staring at her feet!

This was beyond Zhang Yurong's expectations; she could cover her body, but she hadn't thought about her feet. That didn't seem like much, seemingly okay to be seen. Yet it was also a very private place, and being stared at—especially by Li Yan who seemed absorbed in an intoxicated manner—truly made her feel waves of shameful excitement.

In her heart, she had long begun to curse Li Yan. If he'd been peeking at her face earlier, that could be understandable. After all, she was recognized for her beauty, and wanting to steal a kiss is something a man might entertain. But staring intently at someone's feet—what is that?! It's a bit perverted.

Li Yan didn't lift her beautiful feet to play with them, but his gaze already made Yurong feel as though her feet were being burned by fire, making them both numb and itchy! Maybe it was because she had held the same posture for a long time sleeping, but more likely it's psychological.

Inside, Yurong thought more than once about instinctively kicking out, estimating she could surely kick Li Yan and cause a nosebleed, but she held back. However, inwardly, she felt she had a new understanding of this rascal Li Yan. He's not just a lecher; he also has a foot fetish!

Finally, that guy finished appreciating!

Upon hearing him call, Yurong didn't respond; she simply rolled over to make herself more bearable, hoping he'd leave soon. Indeed, he got up, opened the door, and left. She immediately sat up, waved her fists fiercely as if Li Yan was still squatting there being punched by her, and silently cursed him.

Unfortunately, before she could wallow in the satisfaction of venting her grievances, she heard Li Yan's footsteps. This guy was coming back! Was he going to bring a small bench here? Oh no!

If she just sat there waiting for him to come over, it would surely be clear that she was pretending to sleep and didn't stop him from peeking, wasn't that endorsing him? Yurong, feeling helpless, hurriedly assumed the previous posture and lay back down again.

The brief movement earlier had let her feel somewhat better, pretending to sleep again wasn't immediately unbearable, and she could better maintain her posture, leaving her eyes with a crack to observe his actions.

Moments later, Li Yan returned and directly bent over, reaching out his hand towards her...

This was beyond Yurong's expectations, and as she inwardly cried 'oh no,' too late to think of countermeasures, his hand was already touching her!

...

Touch, indeed was there.

But there's a difference between touching and touching.

Li Yan's touch was not a vulgar one towards Yurong's bulging chest, nor was it towards the space between her legs. His extended hands, though taking both upper and lower routes, were not reaching downward but were positioned upwards! One hand slipped under her neck, the other under her knee crook, then he lifted her whole body up.

Because this type of 'touch' was within the range she could accept, Yurong was secretly nervous but didn't scream out. She then felt the strength in his hands, and her body being lifted up from the sofa.

What does he want to do? Carry me to his room and do something animalistic?

Uh... we're legally married, so it might not count as something animalistic. But if I'm unwilling, it could be counted as forced...

As Yurong's heart was racing with all sorts of wild thoughts, she realized she'd already been picked up by Li Yan, who carefully avoided the door as he carried her out. In the familiar corridor, Yurong silently called out for Yue Yao. Yue Yao, oh Yue Yao, please come out and stumble upon his animal-like act!

Unfortunately, her silent call clearly wasn't enough, as Yue Yao did not appear to stumble upon them.

At this moment, Li Yan had an entirely different mindset. Though he was somewhat nervous, fearing her wrath upon waking, he was more excited. Although the contact area was less than when carrying on his back and he could feel the two little bunnies bouncing on his back, the back can't be seen, whereas holding her in his arms was different. And holding a beauty naturally has more charm than carrying her on the back.

The man even couldn't help but hum a tune in his mind: Hugging, hugging, carrying that sister to the bridal sedan...

Sigh… Why isn't this hallway a maze? If it were the Trial Cave or the Demon-locking Tower maze in the Immortal Sword, even if carrying someone would be tiring, it'd be worth it!

The villa isn't small, but they soon arrived. Li Yan, still holding her, didn't go to his own bedroom but to the next-door bedroom, Zhang Yurong's bedroom. He had come out just now to open the door first.

Zhang Yurong had been secretly watching the surroundings, and discovering that he carried her into her own room, she felt a bit relieved. It seems this guy doesn't intend to take undue liberties, but just wants to lay me back on the bed to rest.

This made her feel a lot more at ease, and a slight warmth and warmth washed over her heart. It seems he came earlier to open the door to avoid the risk of disturbing her by bumping while holding her and opening the door. Surprisingly attentive, indeed.

Since it was her own room, she was no longer afraid, allowing Li Yan to place her on the bed.

Lying on her bed, Zhang Yurong thought that she shouldn't remain completely still, as that wouldn't be pretend-sleeping but pretending to be dead. So she deliberately turned over once and adjusted her viewpoint, watching Li Yan's actions.

He didn't pounce on her like a bird swooping in for a bite, nor did he have that sleazy dreamlike imagination—yes, she thought judging by how Li Yan was staring at her face and feet, it'd be odd if he hadn't been imagining.

Li Yan didn't leave immediately; instead, he turned on the air conditioner for her. Since he didn't know whether she preferred sleeping with the bedside lamp on or off, he adjusted its brightness a bit. He also lifted a corner of the quilt to cover her stomach.

Although these were minor things, secretly watching him busily bustle around, Zhang Yurong's heart was filled with unspeakable emotions. A strange mix of warmth, sweetness, satisfaction... perhaps the simple taste of happiness!

After Li Yan finished everything, a sense of reluctance filled her heart. She hoped this simple, happy feeling could last a bit longer, hoping to watch him busy himself in the room for a little while longer...

But Li Yan had already finished, and if he did more, it would involve getting busy with someone on the bed. Yet similarly, he wasn't quite willing to leave. Although the room setups between the two were almost identical, and just next door, the feeling was completely different. Next door, a wall separated not only two physical spaces but also two psychological spaces! It would clearly remind him that—though Zhang Yurong was his wife, she was merely a nominal, temporary one!

And now, being in the same room, besides being able to see her, their hearts felt closer than ever. Of course, one is asleep, and the other just needs to be close.

After finishing, he didn't leave right away but sat down by the bedside, watching his beautiful, even-breathing wife.

After looking for a while, he softly murmured to himself: "With one's wife, just a kiss, it should be fine, right?"

As he said that, he bent slightly, though he hadn't completely leaned in. Hesitating again: "No, Yurong is a noble goddess, an ethereal fairy untouched by worldly smoke. How can a flirtatious playboy like me, even with a light peck, sully her purity..."

He sat up straight, wanting to leave but held back, sighing softly: "Sigh... Unable to become her true husband, sneaking a kiss, later when we part, will also have a memento... even if she comes to hate me for it afterwards, it's… worth it!"

Once more, he bent down, leaned in, and kissed Zhang Yurong's lips! (Begging for monthly passes...) (To be continued, to find out what happens next, please log on to www.qidian.com. For more chapters, support the author and legitimate reading!)