God of Sprint

Chapter 947 Fan Shuishui Returns to Her Youth

In the bathroom filled with steam, warm water was still dripping from the shower head, splashing small water droplets. Zhao Yun suddenly stepped forward, put his hands firmly around Fan Shuishui's waist, and suddenly picked her up. This sudden move caught Fan Shuishui off guard, and she immediately let out a sharp cry, which echoed in the small bathroom, full of panic and surprise.

"What are you doing!" Fan Shuishui instinctively waved her hands in the air a few times, then grabbed Zhao Yun's shoulders tightly, and kicked her feet restlessly. Her eyes were full of fear and confusion. She stared at Zhao Yun's face, trying to find the answer from his expression.

Zhao Yun's eyes were firm and fiery. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said loudly with a hint of unquestionable meaning: "Go outside!" The voice seemed to carry an invisible force, buzzing in the bathroom.

"No!" Fan Shuishui shook her head desperately, the water droplets on her hair were thrown everywhere, and her body was struggling violently in Zhao Yun's arms, like a fish trapped in a fishing net, trying to break free from this sudden bondage. Her eyes were full of resistance, and her hands pushed Zhao Yun's chest hard, trying to make him let her go.

"Don't forget that you promised me that you would agree to one of my requests." Zhao Yun hugged Fan Shuishui tightly, with no intention of letting her go. His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fan Shuishui's heart.

Hearing this, Fan Shuishui stopped moving instantly, and her eyes became a little dull. She tried hard to recall, and finally remembered the bet she made with Zhao Yun two days ago. At that time, she was full of confidence and thought she would win, but she didn't expect to lose in the end, and she vowed to agree to Zhao Yun's request. Thinking of this, her face became very ugly, as bitter as if she had eaten Coptis chinensis.

Seeing Fan Shuishui remained silent, Zhao Yun showed a smug smile, and he held Fan Shuishui in his arms and walked out of the bathroom with firm steps. Fan Shuishui was in his arms, her body trembling slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and tension.

Zhao Yun carried Fan Shuishui to the office area outside. There were all kinds of office supplies, documents and materials piled up like mountains, and computer screens flashing various data and charts. There happened to be a tea table for receiving guests, which was filled with teacups, teapots and some exquisite snacks. Zhao Yun did not hesitate, and with a wave of his arm, he swept everything on the table to the ground. The teacups and teapots fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking, and the snacks were scattered all over the floor.

Then, Zhao Yun gently put Fan Shuishui on the table. Fan Shuishui sat on the table, her body a little stiff, her hands tightly grasping the edge of the table, looking around in panic. From this angle, you can just see the shining lights of the Pants Building. The building is particularly dazzling under the lights at night, and the colorful lights are constantly changing, as if it is a huge dream castle. The light shines through the window onto Fan Shuishui's face, reflecting her complex and nervous expression.

She looked at the building and thought about what the two of them were going to do next. She felt uneasy and excited.

Zhao Yun slapped Fan Shuishui's plump buttocks hard, and instantly her fair skin turned red, causing Fan Shuishui to scream, which further stimulated Zhao Yun's senses.

Fan Shuishui, lying on the table, looked at the Pants Building outside, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her throat...

(I can’t write any more. If you are interested, you can search online for the part about Zhang Jinyu, the policewoman.)

Time seemed to stagnate quietly in this ambiguous and charming atmosphere. After a long time, the hustle and bustle in the office had gone away, leaving only the faint breathing sound gradually subsiding. Zhao Yun sat comfortably in Fan Shuishui's large and luxurious boss chair, his whole body deeply immersed in the soft leather, while Fan Shuishui was like a docile and coquettish kitten, lying softly in Zhao Yun's arms, her cheeks flushed, and a trace of confusion still remained in her eyes.

She pouted her lips slightly, and said with a slightly complaining tone: "You bad thing! You made me do this kind of thing in this place!" The voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of anger and resentment, as if she was expressing her dissatisfaction in her heart, and as if she was enjoying this special kind of stimulation.

Zhao Yun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a naughty smile. He reached out and gently helped her tuck her messy hair behind her ears. His fingers accidentally pinched her earlobes. The touch was delicate and warm, which made his heart ripple. He asked softly, "Don't you like it?" The voice was low and magnetic, as if it carried an invisible magic.

Fan Shuishui patted Zhao Yun's chest gently. The action seemed to be forceful, but it was actually soft and powerless. She snorted and said, "Tsk, you like it!" There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, as if she could see through Zhao Yun's thoughts.

Then, she raised her head slightly, her eyes met Zhao Yun's, a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes, she said seriously: "To be honest, although I am not a good woman, I have been struggling in this complicated society, and I have been tainted with a lot of sophistication and smoothness, and I have done a lot of things for the sake of profit. But I don't know why, when I am with you, I feel that I am still young and want to indulge myself very much. It's like returning to those carefree youthful years, my heart is full of impulse and passion, I want to throw away all constraints and enjoy the present moment to the fullest."

Zhao Yun couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this. He joked, "You are an old cow eating young grass, so of course you feel young." There was a hint of teasing and a hint of intimacy in his tone.

After hearing this, Fan Shuishui glared at Zhao Yun and said in a fake angry tone, "You are always good at talking nonsense. But you are too inconsiderate to me. Look at my head. There are blood marks from hitting it against the glass just now."

As she spoke, she gently pushed aside the hair in front of her forehead, revealing her slightly red forehead. There was indeed a faint bloodstain on it, which was heartbreaking to see.

"And my butt is covered in red marks. You're too strong!" Her voice was a little aggrieved, as if she was accusing Zhao Yun of "atrocities". She twisted her body, and the movement was a little coquettish and charming.

Zhao Yun pinched Fan Shuishui's chin, looked at her with a half-smile and said, "To be honest, you are the only one who can stick with me for a whole game. To be honest, you are really sexy!"

"roll!"

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Yun picked up his phone and shook the 20 billion yuan account balance in front of her, "Do you still want me to get out?"

"Why are you leaving? How else do you want me to serve you? I will always make you happy!"

"That's pretty much it!"

Zhao Yun grabbed her hair and held her head down, "Why don't you hurry up!"