He looked like he was about to kill someone.

Recalling the bloody scene of him cutting off Fu Ren's finger without hesitation, I couldn't help but feel a chill.

I'm afraid that if I provoke him again, he'll abuse me like that again.

"You, you think Snango is as despicable as you? He's a gentleman!"

I took a deep breath and retorted.

I was just telling the truth. I really don't know how he came to the conclusion that there was something between me and Song Sinan.

I once told him that he was my unattainable ideal, someone I secretly admired in my heart.

"A gentleman...and a filthy man..." Fu Yanshen muttered in a hoarse voice, chewing on my words, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You just like my filthiness, like...like this?"

"Ah... um!"

He suddenly started flirting with me.

My legs went weak and I leaned against him.

I pounded my fist into his chest, yelling, "Fu... you beast!"

The man chuckled softly, his strong breath of alcohol wafting onto my lips in the dim light. "Miss is being hypocritical again, demanding that I take you as much as I want."

Hearing his crude language, I felt both ashamed and angry.

At the same time, I wondered why he wasn't like this in his past life. He was aloof and abstinent, and I was often the one who initiated the flirting. In bed, he would just do it and rarely communicate with me.

It's getting worse now; they're spouting nonsense.

"Shameless—"

I cursed him, and as soon as I finished speaking, the room suddenly brightened up a little. Fu Yanshen paused slightly, and following his gaze, we could see that the light source was coming from the balcony.

It was the light coming from the balcony of Song Sinan's bedroom.

"Oh……"

I heard Fu Yanshen chuckle softly, and suddenly my feet were suspended in mid-air.

The man put his hands around my waist and carried me around. I was wondering what he was going to do when my back was pressed against a cold, hard... glass!

He carried me to the balcony.

He pressed me between his chest and the glass, forcing me to endure his passionate kisses.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure on the balcony next door, and I tensed up in fright.

It's Song Sinan!

He was standing on the balcony next door!

The two balconies are separated only by a floor-to-ceiling glass panel.

He must have seen this scene right now.

How embarrassing!

I pushed hard against Fu Yanshen's chest with both hands, but he not only didn't let go of me, he also freed one hand to rub my back and slide it down.

I'm going crazy with anger because of him.

How am I supposed to face my crush after this?

The more I resisted, the more excited Fu Yanshen became.

The air was thick with the scent of his hormones, stirring up my desire. The thought of Song Sinan next door added to the forbidden tension.

"Fu... go inside!" I mustered the last shred of my sanity and hissed through gritted teeth.

"Are you so afraid of your crush seeing this?" he teased, biting my earlobe.

The metallic sound of the belt buckle jolted me, and I panicked, reaching out to pull over the French lace blackout curtains.

The moment the curtains covered me, the agonizing emptiness within me was filled.

...

Why didn't you call out?

The man's deep, magnetic voice pressed against my ear, and I bit my hand tightly to keep myself from making a sound.

Her wet eyes stared intently at him.

He removed my hand, "Sweetie, call out to your crush."

As he spoke, he deliberately harassed me little by little.

Thinking that Song Sinan next door might be listening, I was so angry that tears streamed down my face, and I glared hatefully at the man in front of me.

In his eyes, I'm just a promiscuous woman, and he deliberately let my crush know so he can look down on me.

"Why are you crying? Are you afraid your crush will look down on you in the future?" He said with a teasing look in his eyes, then picked me up and carried me inside.

I clung to his shoulder and bit him hard.

I felt both wronged and incredibly resentful towards him.

"Trying to bite me to death?" he scoffed, as if making a double entendre.

He pushed me down onto the bed, his large hand gripping the back of my head, pulling me off his shoulder. In the light of the bedside lamp, his gaze was fixed on me.

"Keep your distance from him from now on!"

He gave me a stern command.

I don't know how much time had passed when the man behind me let out a painful groan. I turned to look at him.

In the dim light, the man's brows were furrowed, his lips were pale, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and his cheeks were flushed.

Pain and desire intertwined in his dark eyes.

"Fu Yanshen...is your stomach ailment...acting up again?" I couldn't help but ask with concern.

He has a serious stomach ailment that is quite frightening when it flares up; he has even vomited blood when his ulcers are severe.

Fu Yanshen was clearly taken aback, his deep eyes fixed on me.

The man's chest heaved violently, and the muscles in his upper arms bulged high.

"Focus." He said, then cupped the back of my head and kissed me.

That's a pervert!

Even though her stomach problems were acting up, she kept going.

He seemed to enjoy this bittersweet feeling.

I can't be bothered with him anymore.

After a thrilling battle, he held me tightly from behind, so tightly that I couldn't breathe. I tried to break free, but he held me even tighter, letting out a low moan that sounded like he was in pain.

His stomach still hurts.

Serves them right.

Let him drink so much alcohol.

It would be better if it hurt terribly.

But hearing his suppressed moans of pain, my heart clenched.

In my past life, I worried a lot about his illness.

Especially after hearing the doctor say that the stomach is an organ related to emotions, and that long-term negative emotions can easily damage the gastric mucosa and lead to stomach ulcers, I felt even more sorry for him.

It is believed that his tragic background and high work pressure led to his long-term poor mood.

Back then, I always took good care of him and coaxed him.

Looking back now, he deserved it and didn't deserve any sympathy.

But when he holds me like this, I can't sleep well.

I took his phone and called his driver, asking him to bring over the special medicine he always kept in his car.

That was the most advanced medicine I personally flew abroad to buy in my past life. He keeps spares at home, in his car, and in his office.

...

Half an hour later...

"Fu Yanshen, get up and take your medicine." I patted his shoulder and called out to him coldly.

The man opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over me indifferently, a smile playing on his lips.

"Cephalosporin? Trying to poison me while I'm at it?"

He asked softly.