My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 225: Am I Not a Man?

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Am I Not a Man?

Wen Ran looked at his actions, scared to death, "What... what are you going to do?"

The latter laughed lightly, his burning and profound eyes landed on her face, the unclear dark light in his eyes was like the prelude to impending danger.

She soon heard his contemptuous retort, "What do you think?"

Wen Ran lowered her head, avoiding looking at him.

But her heart was pounding wildly.

In her nervousness, she maintained what little reason she had left and reminded, "You said before that you wouldn’t force me again. What are you doing today? Stripping in front of me, insisting that I touch your abs... Isn’t this forcing me?"

As she said this, Wen Ran glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "Fu Chenlie, you’re going back on your word, what kind of man does that make you?"

Hearing her call out his full name, he seemed very surprised, a trace of light spilling from his eyes and his smile deepening, but the next second, his expression changed and his gaze dangerously narrowed, "I don’t count as a man?"

Wen Ran, "..."

Is that the point?

She was about to internally complain a couple of lines, but the hand that Fu Chenlie had been holding was under his control, firmly pressed against his unobstructed abs.

Wen Ran turned back in surprise, astonishment written all over her face, "You..."

Her hand was cold.

His abdomen was hot.

The extreme sensation of cold and heat not only shocked Wen Ran’s senses, but also stirred Fu Chenlie’s interest.

He guided her hand over his six-pack abs, and when they reached the lowest two, he pulled her forcefully into his arms, looked down at her, "Is it because you haven’t tasted what a man is like that you dare to provoke me so carelessly?"

"I... I was just saying you don’t keep your word."

"I said I wouldn’t force you to sleep with me. I also said before that to cultivate feelings, physical contact is the first step. Mrs. Fu, tell me, which of my words did I not keep?"

Wen Ran stared at him, unable to find the right words to argue for a moment.

The man was very pleased with her reaction, "Can’t speak now? Good, now let Mrs. Fu feel and witness whether I am a man or not!"

With those words, he moved her hand downwards.

Wen Ran desperately pulled her hand backward, using all her strength to finally retreat from the dangerous area.

Fear filled her almond-shaped eyes, "You are, you are. I know you are. No one is more of a man than you. Let me go now!"

"Judging a man with empty words? Since when did you have such ability?"

"It’s not empty words; I’ve seen it... really!"

Wen Ran spoke while pulling her hand to what she thought was a safer place.

Fu Chenlie glanced at her movement from the corner of his eye, and did not stop her. For him, pulling her back into place was easy. Instead, her words "I’ve seen it" now intrigued him even more.

He let go of her hand and instead lifted her chin, "Seen it? When? Have you been peeking when I take a bath?"

"No, I haven’t."

"Then when was it? I wasn’t aware."

Wen Ran looked at his deeply inquisitive eyes, her little face crinkling as she spoke, "Husband, can you stop asking? You... just pretend I misspoke just now, don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?"

Fu Chenlie saw she really seemed distressed, his tone softening a bit, "This is the last question. Answer it, and tonight’s cultivation of feelings, we’ll call it done."

"Really?"

"Of course."

She tentatively trusted him this time, glanced at him, and began to speak with difficulty—