The house was very quiet, and the creamer machine had stopped. Lu Zechen felt as if time had stood still. He turned his face sideways, and he could touch her just by lowering his head. He struggled in his heart, but still looked away.
He raised his hand and gently brushed away the hair on her cheek. Even the touch of his fingertips felt luxurious.
He put his arm around her waist and put her in his arms, then went around her knees and carefully picked her up from the wheelchair.
She was so light, not at all like a normal postpartum baby, and had lost a lot of weight.
Walking to the sofa, he pressed one leg on the edge of the sofa, lowered his body little by little, held her head, and slowly lowered her down.
"Um……"
Sensing the movement, she frowned and moved her neck.
Lu Zechen immediately stopped moving and his heartbeat accelerated.
He only had one thought: he couldn't let her see him, otherwise it would only make her angry.
The man in his arms moved slightly, his face pressed against his arm, his face gradually became calmer.
His Adam's apple slid up and down, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. After making sure that she showed no signs of waking up, he took back the hand holding her leg.
He didn't take back the hand she was resting on, and knelt down beside her on one knee.
She rested her head on his arm, her lips pursed tightly, as quiet as a painting.
Lu Zechen's eyes remained motionless, staring closely with greedy eyes.
Dark thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked away a little irritably, moved closer to her, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and closed his eyes.
He didn't dare to see her. Firstly, he was afraid that she would look at him with that disgusting look. Secondly, he was afraid of himself. He was afraid that he would be unable to restrain himself once he saw her.
Snatch the child away, and if she doesn't bow her head, buy an island and imprison her on the island so that no one can find her.
This kind of thought, crazy and stubborn, was a dream he kept repeating these days.
When I woke up, my whole body was covered in sweat, and my urge to act became stronger every time. But when I walked out of the room, Yan Han's words came out.
If you push others, you can push them to death.
He couldn't bear such pain, so he could only grind away the most selfish impulses in his heart little by little.
Time passed little by little, and my arms became sore and numb.
He came closer and gently ran his fingertips over the woman's lips, his eyes filled with frightening possessiveness.
Unable to hold it back, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth.
I wanted to stop when I felt better, but I could feel the cracks and wrinkles on her lips, so I subconsciously moved forward and took her lips in a humble manner.
The sleeping man frowned, probably because he felt itchy, and stretched out his tongue to lick his mouth, but accidentally brushed his lips.
Lu Zechen was stunned and his body tensed up.
It's like a small brush that touches the most vulnerable part of my heart.
Memories came flooding back like a tide, and all kinds of unspeakable intimate scenes almost brought him back to those countless nights of entanglement.
He clenched his fists, feeling turbulent in his heart.
With their lips still touching, he was in a dilemma, but she fell into a deep sleep.
He stepped back a little, lowered his head, and the tip of his nose touched hers.
He gave a low, bitter smile, relieved his body, kept her arm resting on her, and sat down on the edge of the sofa.
He didn't dare to do anything, just looked at her quietly.
Time passed minute by minute, and he looked at his watch countless times, wishing that time could freeze.
An hour later, the door was quietly opened and a head poked in.
"Brother, it's almost time."
If you stay any longer, you might be caught in the next second.