My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight shine into Hanyama Manson's bedroom.

Camille was awakened by the alarm bell, she stretched but touched a warm patch of skin, she froze and suddenly opened her eyes.

The man's handsome face was reflected in his eyes, his eyes were closed and he was still awake, while her whole body was leaning on his chest, with the bony palm on her waist.

Camille froze, not waiting for her to react, the man's low, husky voice with a starry smile: "Awake?"

"You ....... Why aren't you up yet?"

“I saw you sleeping too well to wake you up."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"How is it okay? You're holding me so tightly that I can't even pull your hand away."

He stared at Camille in his arms for a moment, his warm breath spraying her cheeks, making her face grow red as if the air was thinning.

The smile at the corner of Ayan's lips grew deeper and deeper, and his voice was low and muffled to the extreme: "What? You want to throw me away now that you're done using me?"

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and let go of me." She pushed hard, but the solid, strong chest was as hard as a city wall without the slightest effect.

Instead, he tightened his grip and hugged him even tighter.

She looked at him in a daze, pursing her lips lightly at a loss for words. But she does not know that she is like a frightened deer at the moment, the more she looks like this, the more men want to bully.

Ayan also seems to have suddenly thought of something?

He frowned tightly, his voice low: "Camille , after the divorce, don't find just any man, and don't trust their attentive gestures to you, they are all unsettling.”

Camille froze and didn't say anything.

Ayan's face was serious: "Camille , answer me, you will do it."

"What if I can't do it?"

“You have to do it, I'm not kidding with you."

She felt a little ridiculous, and she said, "Ayan, if an employee of your company quits and leaves the Simpson Group, do you have to interfere with what they do in their next job?"

"That's not the same."

She wrinkled her nose: "What's the difference? It's just a different metaphor, but the nature is no different.”

"Camille , I'm not exploring with you now, I'm asking you to have to do it, hmm?"

"I don't want it."

“You say one more word no." He seemed so angry that his face changed color.

Camille's stubbornness was also aroused and she tilted her head, ignoring the fact that they were only a finger's distance apart, and she said, "I said no, are you going to hit me?"

He dropped his head, his gaze narrowed slightly, gazing at her red lips that were opening and closing, and said meaningfully, "I'll kiss you if you don't say yes."

Camille was confused.

Does he know what he's talking about?

For the first time, he expressed this meaning clearly and directly. Camille felt very awkward and uncomfortable, but she was still in his arms, and she didn't dare to move until he let go.

At this moment some uneasy said, "You can't do that.”

"Why not? We're still married now and it's only right that we do this." He still stared at her, "If you really don't want to you can say yes to me, but you keep refusing to cooperate I can assume you actually want me to kiss you?"

“No, I didn't.”

"Oh? Is that so? If not why don't you promise me?"

“That's my business, and if we're both divorced, why should I do what you say?"

“I'm doing this for your own good.”

"But I don't need to."

He has no idea what she wants, just what he thinks is for her own good.

But Camille doesn't need it at all.

But Ayan did what he said he would do and rolled over on her directly. Camille raised her hand to try to push away, but it was no use at all, and instead she got an answer, "Camille , at this point the more you resist the more men are interested.”

She felt so helpless, "What the hell do you want to do?"

The next second, the man has lowered his head towards her further, the tips of their noses just touching, she even felt that warm hand sliding through the waist .......