Not only did Fu Yanshen not utter a sound, but he didn't even frown. I turned my face away, unable to bear watching any longer.

As night fell, the street scene outside looked familiar. I raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion, "Is this the way to the hospital?"

"I've been discharged from the hospital." Fu Yanshen turned to look at me and said gently, "I'll take you back to your apartment first."

He's already been discharged from the hospital?

I've been busy with work these past few days. Even when I went to the hospital, it was only to visit Muye. I didn't go to his ward and didn't even know he had been discharged.

The wound hadn't healed much at all, yet I was discharged from the hospital.

This guy.

After a moment's thought, I said, "Let me take you back to rest first. I'm not in a hurry."

Fu Yanshen nodded and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Go home."

He connected to the driver's cab via intercom and gave instructions to the driver.

The "home" he was referring to was the villa where we got married.

Before we even entered the residential area, a sudden downpour started outside.

The car stopped in front of the villa.

“It’s raining too hard right now, and the city is heavily congested. Let the driver take you home once the rain stops,” Fu Yanshen said to me, holding a black umbrella in a suggestive tone.

"Okay." I thought he made sense and nodded.

Outside, it was pouring rain and strong winds. Fu Yanshen held an umbrella in one hand and supported my lower back with the other. We jogged through the rain.

When I got under the eaves, my leather shoes were full of water, but my clothes were completely dry.

Under the porch light, Fu Yanshen, dressed in all black, turned his back to me and closed his umbrella.

His black shirt clung to his body, soaking wet from his shoulders to his back, revealing his muscular physique. His trousers were also almost completely soaked, and there was a puddle of water on the ground.

I frowned. "You'd better go change your clothes quickly, or your wound will get infected again."

After following him inside, I urged him on.

Fu Yanshen bent down and handed me a pair of slippers. "Change your shoes."

He had barely finished speaking when I kicked off my wet, uncomfortable leather shoes.

Two red-soled high heels, shimmering with tiny diamonds, lay askew on the ground, one to the east and one to the west.

Fu Yanshen helped me pick it up and put it on the shoe rack, arranging it neatly and orderly.

This scene seems familiar.

Although I was raised like a princess since I was a child, I am carefree and unconcerned about details. I often kick off my high heels like this and am too lazy to tidy up, since the servants will take care of it anyway.

After we got married, Fu Yanshen couldn't stand this habit of mine, so he would always put my shoes away for me as soon as I took them off.

The man stood up, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes looking at me with a seemingly indulgent gaze.

I was slightly taken aback.

"Same as before." As he finished speaking, he placed his large hand on the top of my head and rubbed it with a little force.

I snapped out of my daze and saw my disheveled appearance clearly reflected in the mirror next to the door, looking like a golden lion.

"Fu Yanshen!" I glared at him angrily, gritting my teeth.

His smile widened even more. "A shrew from Hedong."

As I was trying to figure out what he meant, he pulled me toward the stairwell.

It wasn't until I got to the top of the stairs that I realized what he meant.

He said I was a shrew.

Without thinking, I kicked him, and the kick landed squarely on his calf.

"Aww!"

He was in pain.

His burns were mostly concentrated on his calves!

My heart skipped a beat. "Does it... hurt a lot?"

He looked at me with a very aggrieved expression.

"Who told you to insult me?" I rolled my eyes at him and led the way upstairs.

...

Upon entering the master bedroom, familiar decorations and furnishings came into view, seemingly exactly the same as before.

I was momentarily stunned, then walked to the dressing mirror, picked up a comb, and began to comb my messy hair.

Through the mirror, Fu Yanshen went into the dressing room. After I finished combing my long curly hair, he came out wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

All I could see were his long legs and the bandage wrapped around his left calf.

He had a white bath towel draped over his shoulder.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said loudly, heading straight for the bathroom.

I turned around immediately and said, "Come back."

I said coldly, looking at his retreating figure.

I seriously suspect this guy wants me to owe him a favor and take care of him forever.

Taking a shower now, no wonder my leg injury won't heal.

Fu Yanshen obediently turned back. "Will you wipe it for me?"

He raised an eyebrow and asked me.

I ignored him, went into the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and came out quickly.

The man sat in a single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, and I took a damp towel and carefully wiped him down.

His skin was tanned, and his latissimus dorsi muscles were firm and well-defined, without an ounce of excess fat. When I got close, I could clearly smell the warmth emanating from his skin, a familiar scent of hormones.

I unconsciously swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

Food and sex are basic human needs, and seeing a man's muscular physique brimming with sexual tension is a natural physiological reaction for me.

"Ouch..." The towel wiped his lower back, and Fu Yanshen let out a heavy breath.

The sound seemed to emanate from deep within his throat, sexy and alluring.

His muscles were tense.

His lower back is a sensitive spot.

The air suddenly became a bit hot, and I broke out in a light sweat.

I straightened up, washed the towel, and tossed it to him.

"You can reach the one in front, wipe it yourself," I said casually.

Without realizing it, my gaze drifted down and caught sight of a long sty. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes were instantly drawn in, as if by a magnet.

After a while, I awkwardly looked away, only to meet the man's burning gaze.

His eyes were fixed on me, his large, protruding Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

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