Her ears burned slightly. After clearing her throat, she mustered her courage and asked, "Fu Wenzhou, have you forgotten something?"

Fu Wenzhou placed the clean bowl on the counter, his eyes slightly narrowed, appearing calm on the surface, but his mind was in turmoil.

Birthday? Anniversary? The first milk tea of ​​spring? White Valentine's Day...?

In a few seconds, he thought of countless answers, and finally even began to think about whether he had done anything outrageous recently. After thinking it over, the only outrageous thing he could think of was breaking Ruan Yinyin's teeth.

But Youyou knows about this!

Fu Wenzhou tentatively asked, "What is it?"

Seeing that he didn't understand, Song Qingyou blushed slightly, but her tone remained calm: "It's been more than two months."

A sharp glint flashed in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, and then he asked, "What, more than two months?"

Song Qingyou got annoyed: "Didn't we agree on once a month? It's been over two months! So... so tonight..."

Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and said with difficulty, "But you vomited blood last time, Youyou. For the sake of your health, let's forget about it."

Song Qingyou closed her eyes, her face burning like an apple: "I told you my body isn't that weak. Do I have to bring this up? Fu Wenzhou, are you impotent?"

Fu Wenzhou smiled, and Song Qingyou, realizing she had been tricked, immediately became furious and embarrassed: "Fu Wenzhou, you did this on purpose!"

Fu Wenzhou's smile widened. He slowly wiped the water off his hands, bent down, picked up Song Qingyou, and headed straight upstairs.

"Whether I can do it or not, you know best."

The man's voice was deep and alluring.

The sight made Song Qingyou's breathing become heavier.

Upon arriving in the bedroom, Fu Wenzhou placed Song Qingyou on the soft bed. Song Qingyou tried to sit up by propping herself up on her arms, but the man pressed her down on top of him.

Her eyes narrowed slightly: "Youyou, you asked for this."

At this point, Song Qingyou was still unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

As the afternoon sun gradually set and the last glimmer of dawn disappeared, Song Qingyou finally couldn't hold on any longer.