I was stunned by his words.

He said that he and Shi Xia were completely innocent?

I looked him over carefully.

He was staring intently at me, as if trying to see right through me, and loosened his grip on my neck slightly.

I blinked in a daze.

No way, he's lying to me.

What happened in my past life has taught me to be clear-headed.

However, he certainly didn't seem to be lying.

Fu Yanshen would never lie to make me happy.

Could it be that he really has nothing for Shi Xia?

How could that be?

I instantly realized that at this moment, he was probably still in the stage of loving Shi Xia without realizing it.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.

His actions toward Shi Xia have betrayed his true feelings.

I feel a dull, uncomfortable tightness in my chest.

"Why are you telling me this? What does your business have to do with me?"

I pretended to be indifferent, but my heart skipped a beat.

Fu Yanshen's eyes darkened, and his expression instantly turned cold. "I want you to know that Shi Xia is not a third party. Don't cause any more trouble in the future, or I won't be polite to you anymore."

He finished speaking in a cold voice, then clenched his fist tightly, and in that instant, I was choked and couldn't breathe.

This is his warning to me!

In just a moment, he let go of me and walked towards the door.

I bent over and coughed, and then I realized that all he had said to me was to warn me not to touch Shi Xia again!

Instead of anything else.

I turned to look at his indifferent back, a surge of grievance and resentment welled up inside me, and warm, moist tears welled up in my eyes.

The next instant, I rushed towards him.

Once I was behind him, I kicked his calf like a madman, venting all the grievances and hatred from my past life.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yanshen turned around, grabbed my arms with both hands, and restrained me.

"Fu Yanshen, you—"

I also wanted to tell him how badly he had harmed me in my past life, but I swallowed the words back before I could say them.

Through his blurry vision, he stared blankly at me.

"You just pinched me! How dare you pinch me!"

I changed my tune, lowered my head and continued punching and kicking him, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face and falling in large drops to the floor.

Fu Yanshen lifted my chin, "Who told you—"

Before he could finish speaking, his dark, handsome face pressed down on me, and he roughly kissed my lips.

I kept making muffled protest noises and struggled with all my might.

He completely disregarded my resistance and forced me to accept his suffocating kiss.

My mouth was completely blocked by his long tongue, making it impossible for me to breathe. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth, leaving a wet, cool trail on my neck.

Just when I felt like I was about to suffocate, Fu Yanshen finally ended the kiss.

I gasped for breath like a fish out of oxygen.

Through his hazy vision, the man breathed heavily, his eyes churning with dark emotions.

The next moment, he fiercely kissed my neck, licking and biting, his iron arms tightly holding my body, his hot palms sometimes roughly kneading and sometimes gently tracing my curves through the fabric.

His intense hormonal scent bewitched me, burning me with desire, and my body gradually became numb and soft.

But my mind was perfectly clear.

When he lifted me onto the entryway cabinet, I grabbed a vase from the side and smashed it over his head.

Fu Yanshen, being a former bodyguard, managed to dodge the vase just as it was about to burst open his head.

The vase fell to the ground and shattered with a crash.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, are you looking for death?" He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger and asked angrily.

"Don't touch me!" I said indignantly.

He sneered, "It's not up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked me up, carried me on his shoulder, and headed straight for the bedroom.

I was terrified by his relentless determination, so I had no choice but to resort to my old trick, "Fu Yanshen! I don't have... I don't have any condoms here!"

He was slightly taken aback.

I was secretly delighted.

But the next second, he started teasing me in different ways, showing no sign of stopping.

And I gradually became immersed in the web of desire he had woven, unable to break free.

...

Fu Yanshen finally let me go just before dawn.

I lay exhausted on the soft bed, too lazy to move.

"hiss……"

A sharp pain shot through my palm, and I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but someone forcefully stopped me.

"Don't move, just bear with it."

The man said gently.

The smell of iodine permeated the air, diluting the sweetness of passion.

I lifted my eyelids and saw a man sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed under the warm yellow light. His muscular arms were covered with several scratches that had broken the skin.

He frowned slightly, holding a cotton swab in his hand, gently wiping the wound on my palm...

I was so tired that my eyelids slowly drooped again.

...

When I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon.

A slight stinging sensation came from my palm. I opened my eyes and saw that my injured hand was wrapped in white gauze.

As far as I can remember, it was Fu Yanshen who bandaged me up.

The bedside was empty and cold; he must have left long ago.

I rolled over and lay flat on my back in bed, my mind filled with the fact that I hadn't used contraception last night.

What does he mean?

Why didn't he stop even though he heard there was no condom? Isn't he afraid I'll get pregnant?

In his past life, he never missed a single one, no matter how urgent or out of control he was, sometimes using several in one night.

What's changed now?

Could it be that he...

In a corner of my heart, a long-suppressed emotion is stirring.

Although, rationally speaking, it seems impossible.

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