Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 679 - 681: Things Will Naturally Come Together When Conditions Are Met

Chapter 679: Chapter 681: Things Will Naturally Come Together When Conditions Are Met

"I’m full." Fu Han leaned on He Xing’s shoulder, her beautiful face displaying an undisguised affection for him, just as her heart felt.

He Xing touched Fu Han’s cheek, encouraging her like a child, "Our Xiaohan is amazing. You ate a lot today, next time you need to keep up the good work and eat even more."

"Cough cough..." Fu Han, with a soymilk straw in her mouth, choked on his remark; she nearly coughed herself to death and even brought tears to her eyes.

"Drink slowly." He Xing immediately grew anxious, patting Fu Han’s back up and down, but his so-called patting was no different from tickling and was no help at all for Fu Han’s cough, which she eventually got under control on her own.

Finally stopping her cough, Fu Han slammed the soymilk cup onto the table with a "pop," her hands on her hips as she looked angrily at He Xing, "Are you raising me like a pig?"

"Not yet." He Xing stroked his chin with a meaningful look, "But your suggestion isn’t bad; it’s indeed worth considering."

"What did you say?" Fu Han’s hand shot out like lightning, grabbing He Xing’s waist. She said triumphantly, "Hmph, I think you want me to gain weight because you’ve put on some yourself."

"Who’s gained weight?" He Xing’s face grew dark as he looked at Fu Han expressionlessly, saying word by word, "You’re going to pay for your words!"

"I’m not scared!" Fu Han rubbed her arms, but there wasn’t a trace of fear on her beautiful face as she playfully stuck out her tongue, "I’m not afraid. Winter is the time to gain weight. It can’t be just me getting fatter; you have to, too."

Those favored are fearless, and in this world, probably only Fu Han dared call He Xing fat because He Xing’s father always nagged that He Xing was too thin and told him to eat more.

She was inwardly smug, thinking she would finally see He Xing angry yet powerless against her. The mere thought was distressing, let alone that she had orchestrated it.

But before she could rejoice, the world spun, her feet left the ground, and by the time she recovered, she was lying on the sofa.

Fu Han realized things were not good, struggling to flee, but would He Xing give her the chance?

He held down Fu Han’s hands to stop her from moving, while he himself was already pressing down on her.

"You say I’ve gained weight?" He Xing’s voice suddenly became deep, his Adam’s apple moving unsteadily, and in his usually expressionless eyes, there was a swirling darkness, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

Fu Han already felt the change in He Xing’s body, and she definitely didn’t want to roll in the sheets with He Xing in broad daylight in the office. Besides the thrill, there was no benefit, and she was most afraid of thrills, especially when the thrill in front of her was enormous.

While she struggled vigorously, her hands pressing against He Xing’s chest, her beautiful face flushed red from congestion, "You... move away, this is the company, you can’t mess around."

"Xiaohan, don’t move." The pain in He Xing’s face was apparent as he frowned, looking down at Fu Han, "Do you want to become a widow from now on?"

Although Fu Han hadn’t truly done anything with He Xing, during Spring Festival, whether in the hospital or at home, they both slept together. How could she not understand the changes in He Xing’s body?

She was truly scared and lay quietly on the sofa, her expressive eyes full of concern, "Are you... okay?"

"It hurts, I might need to lie down." He Xing continued to speak as he leaned down.

As the distance between them closed, Fu Han’s heartbeat pounded like a drum. She had many impulses to dodge, but she also knew that the spot was crucial for a man - a real problem there was irreversible.

Watching his face loom larger in front of her, her heart in chaos, she hurriedly closed her eyes, not daring to look at He Xing again. But if she had opened her eyes, she would have seen the cunning in He Xing’s eyes and the smile of a successful scheme.

As expected, a gentle kiss landed. At first, Fu Han was genuinely scared stiff and dared not move.

But He Xing was not in a hurry at all, his kisses were like a gentle breeze and soft rain, tenderly melting away all the fear in Fu Han’s heart.

He Xing was really good at kissing; his kisses deepened gradually. Initially, he kissed Fu Han’s thin lips repeatedly, then he pried her lips open with his tongue, again and again kissing her tightly closed teeth;

Meanwhile, his hand was stirring up the fire on Fu Han’s body; even the most determined mind might surrender, especially since He Xing had always been Fu Han’s exception.

Fu Han’s tightly clenched lips finally parted slightly, and He Xing’s tongue slipped in like a fish.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, Fu Han felt as if she had eaten honey, fully aware of the sweetness causing her to lose her teeth, yet her mind couldn’t control her emotions, she just wanted to sink deeper and deeper without end.

She distinctly felt her shoulder’s clothing slip down, exposing her shoulder to the air, the coolness biting at her skin.

Fu Han knew what would happen next, yet she couldn’t control herself, having barely slept the night before and now becoming increasingly groggy.

She only knew to cling tightly to He Xing’s neck, completely unaware that his shoulders were also exposed to the air.

"Cold!" Fu Han called out softly, curling up and rolling into He Xing’s embrace.

A simple movement and He Xing’s breathing suddenly quickened. His kissing became violently intense, as if he wanted to bite through Fu Han’s lips in his conquest.

He pressed down on Fu Han with one hand to keep her from rising and freed his other hand to undo his belt.

The sound of the belt buckle was crisp and pleasant. Fu Han’s mind cleared slightly, but this little bit of clarity made her anticipating even more what was to come.

However, perhaps because He Xing had never unbuckled a belt single-handedly before, he tried several times today but failed to succeed.

Fu Han propped herself up on the sofa, sitting up slightly and said unclearly, "Let me help you."

Yet just as He Xing managed to say "Okay," the sound of knocking resonated.

The sound was like a bucket of cold water being dumped over her. Fu Han’s consciousness recovered significantly, and she finally opened her eyes to see He Xing’s bare upper body, her cheeks flushing red.