C11 When You Sleepwalk You Have the Habit of Tearing a Man's Clothes

Lu Yiran turned around and saw Han Zhiyu frowning with her eyes closed. He did not know what she was dreaming about. Tears even flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

He sat by the bed and held her delicate little hand. He used his other hand to stroke her wrinkled eyebrows.

It was only until Han Zhiyu gradually relaxed her brows and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

The next morning, the golden sunlight scattered on the wide bed.

The couple on the bed slept soundly.

Han Zhiyu's hand was pressed against Lu Yiran's chest. He laid sideways and hugged her in a completely protective manner. His delicate chin was pressed against her head.

Han Zhiyu opened her eyes in a daze and saw a face that was exactly the same as Lu Yiran in front of her.

Was she still dreaming? Otherwise, why would she be lying on the same bed as Lu Yiran?

She reached out her hand to touch that face, but in an instant, her smile froze.

The warm feeling on her palm reminded her that this was reality. She was so scared that she immediately wanted to withdraw her hand, but her wrist was grabbed by a strong force.

He frowned and hugged her tightly. Their bodies were stuck to the ground without any gaps.

An unfamiliar and familiar male aura lingered in her breath.

His breath was so hot that Han Zhiyu's ears turned red and she almost stopped breathing.

But this kind of ambiguous and tense atmosphere did not even last for a second before Han Zhiyu felt that there was something hot at the bottom of her thigh. As she moved, that thing jumped.

Han Zhiyu's muddled brain immediately woke up.

Lu Yiran rubbed his hair and opened his sleepy eyes. He saw Han Zhiyu staring at him with a frightened face while pulling the blanket.

Han Zhiyu blushed because of the awkward situation just now. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lu Yiran.

"You hooligan!"

Lu Yiran grabbed the pillow. He looked at her crimson face and messy hair and felt that she was extremely cute.

Lu Yiran smiled and stared at Han Zhiyu without saying anything, which made her even angrier.

"Why are you in my room?"

"Last night, you held my hand and didn't let go. " Lu Yiran wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Han Zhiyu was stunned when she heard that. Did she do something out of line last night?

She tried hard to recall but could not think of anything.

Could it be that she really took the initiative to ask Lu Yiran to stay last night?

"I never knew you were so proactive. " Lu Yiran deliberately said it vaguely because he really wanted to see Han Zhiyu's reaction.

Han Zhiyu was stunned. Could it be that last night, not only did she ask Lu Yiran to stay, she also did something even more excessive?

She lowered her head and looked at her clothes. She was wearing the clothes from last night.

But Lu Yiran was only wearing a pair of underpants.

Did she strip Lu Yiran naked?

Lu Yiran looked at her constantly changing expression and found it very interesting. He deliberately did not say anything. He got off the bed and bent down to pick up the shirt on the ground.

Under the sunlight, his white and muscular chest looked like an ancient Greek sculpture. His entire body was emitting temptation.

Even someone as conservative as Han Zhiyu could not move her gaze away.

At this moment, Lu Yiran suddenly held the white shirt and stood in front of Han Zhiyu. His handsome face was about to touch Han Zhiyu's face.

"You look thin and weak, but you have a lot of strength. I only wore this shirt once. What a pity. "

Han Zhiyu instinctively retreated. She saw that some parts of Lu Yiran's shirt were broken. It should have been caused by the tearing.

She did not drink anything strange last night!

She didn't have the habit of sleepwalking!

But she couldn't remember anything. What was going on?

She was really embarrassed!

Lu Yiran kept getting closer to her. Han Zhiyu thought he wanted to do something and said nervously, "I don't know what happened. I probably sleepwalked last night. "

"So you have the habit of tearing men's clothes while sleepwalking. "

Han Zhiyu felt that it was more and more difficult to explain. Lu Yiran was about to wrap her in his arms. She quickly reached out her hand to stop his chest. "Mr. Lu, it was my fault last night. Do what you think will make your heart feel better. I will not resist. "

Han Zhiyu had nowhere to retreat to. Her body was tightly pressed against the wardrobe, but her eyes were looking elsewhere, not daring to meet Lu Yiran's eyes.

He mischievously smiled and moved closer to her, whispering into her ear: "I really can do anything?"

His cold and moist lips opened and closed beside her ear. Han Zhiyu looked back as if she had been electrocuted. Her lips just happened to brush past his lips.

His eyes became deeper, like a boundless night that made people want to immerse themselves in it.

The posture of the two was especially ambiguous. Han Zhiyu bit her lips and said stubbornly, "Other than taking advantage of me, you can do anything. "

Her voice was like a mosquito. He felt that it was like a feather brushing against his heart.

"You think I want to take advantage of you?" Lu Yiran reached out and grabbed Han Zhiyu's chin. He gently stroked her chin with his index finger, and his voice was pleasant.

Han Zhiyu wanted to resist, but Lu Yiran blocked in front of her. She could not move at all.

"Be good and don't move. If you move again, I really won't be able to resist taking advantage of you"

Han Zhiyu's body stiffened and her face turned red.

The room was very quiet. It was so quiet that she could hear Lu Yiran's strong heartbeat.

She actually felt a little attached to this warmth and unconsciously wanted to immerse herself in it.

Lu Yiran saw that she had stopped moving, so he lowered his head, only to see her gently leaning against his chest. Her white and flawless skin revealed a thin layer of pink, and her lips slightly opened.

He couldn't help but reach out and wrap her in his arms.

At this moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Zhiyu!"