My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me! Chapter 345: Are You Spacing Out?

Almost the mont Wen Ran’s voice fell, she was pulled into Fu Chenlie’s arms.

Her chin was gently tilted up by the pad of his finger, and his kiss descended upon her.

His actions were wild, out of control, urgent, and utterly unrestrained.

She clutched his shirt and endured, her heart trembling even as fear inevitably crept in.

This state of Fu Chenlie was terrifying.

Wen Ran began to doubt whether her nod had been right or wrong.

And... how was he planning to ensure she wouldn’t get pregnant?

Though she had no experience, she knew that in monts of intense passion between a man and a woman, unless soone possessed an extraordinary level of self-restraint, it was not sothing that could be easily controlled.

In this situation, let alone Fu Chenlie, who had consud God-knows-what.

Even she, under the increasing fervor of his kisses, found her body gradually growing weaker.

Suddenly, her feet left the ground, and she was scooped up horizontally.

While greedily kissing her, Fu Chenlie strode toward the center of the bedroom.

Wen Ran clung to his neck, stamring as she spoke, "I don’t want to get pregnant, I’m not ready for it. I agreed to help you because I feel for you, but you can’t lie to ..."

When they reached the edge of the bed, he placed her down and suddenly chuckled softly.

She frowned instantly, her innocent eyes fixing on him. "What are you laughing at?"

"Mrs. Fu doesn’t know? In monts like these, no matter what you say, a man will agree. But whether he actually does it or not is another matter entirely."

"Then... can you do it?"

He gazed at her flushed cheeks, his physical impulse becoming even fiercer. Yet, he didn’t seem to be in a rush to act, suppressing the current that surged through him as he responded, "What do you think?"

"Well, if you can hold yourself back like this, I guess you can do it?"

"You’re that confident in ?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips, withdrawing her gaze to look elsewhere, speaking in a low voice, "I believe you anyway. You can’t break your promise. If you do, I’ll..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man interrupted, "You’ll what?"

"I’ll find a place to hide so you can’t find , and I won’t divorce you either. I’ll string you along for the rest of your life, making sure you can never marry the woman you love."

He gave a soft chuckle.

Wen Ran pressed him with a question, "What are you laughing at? You don’t believe ?"

The man’s lips twitched slightly. "I’m laughing because Madam really ca up with such a rotten idea."

She pursed her lips. As her eyes shifted, she noticed that his upper body was bare, his skin exposed before her, the defined muscles on his arms exuding strength and a profound sense of security.

In that mont, Wen Ran couldn’t help but think—

Fu Chenlie was truly extraordinary.

Handso, capable, obscenely wealthy, and even his physique was impeccable.

If she could muster up a bit more effort to make him fall for her, perhaps in the future, she could truly lead a blissful life.

But a man this exceptional was bound to have a heart harder and more unyielding than most. Trying to win him over would not be easy.

As her thoughts drifted far afield, her ear suddenly stung, and Wen Ran instinctively yelped, "Ah—"

Her ear had been bitten. It hurt a little.

Frowning, she hadn’t had ti to protest when Fu Chenlie’s deep, magnetic voice invaded her ears, "In a mont like this, you’re daydreaming?"

That voice, so low and sultry, instantly obliterated any trace of Wen Ran’s complaints.

His lips descended upon her once more.

The man buried his head against her neck, his actions even more urgent than before.

Wen Ran tilted her head slightly, her breaths filled with his intoxicating scent and her eyes captivated by the sharp perfection of his jawline.

For a fleeting mont, desire clouded her mind, and her red lips brushed gently against his face...