Song Qingyou chuckled softly: "Just as clingy as your master."

Now that she has just moved out of the Fu family home, and has also asked someone to sell all the properties she received from Fu Tingshen, she can't find a place to stay for a while, so she is living in the apartment she bought before marriage.

She has actually spent most of her time in the apartment over the past few years, so it is fully furnished and ready to move in.

The room was pitch black. Song Qingyou turned on the light and put Zhouzhou on the ground. The kitten was already familiar with the place and ran around without knocking anything over.

After a tiring day, Song Qingyou took a shower, fed the cat, and lay down on the bed. As her body sank into the soft mattress, she slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't sleep soundly. Perhaps because she had been exposed to the wind during the day, she felt cold all night, her slender body curled up in the blankets.

In her daze, something pressed against her. Song Qingyou vaguely felt that someone had put their arm around her waist and pulled her close.

It felt like a furnace was pressed against her back, warm and comfortable. Song Qingyou, who had originally wanted to struggle, gave up resisting.

The source of the flame, however, was like an insatiable beast, its hands restlessly reaching in, its delicate kisses spreading along the spine, licking and kneading the lower back.

Song Qingyou felt feverish and had a terrible headache. The pain in her waist dragged her out of her dream. She shrank her neck and mumbled, "Zhouzhou, stop messing around."

A muffled groan came from beside her ear. Song Qingyou felt the force on her waist disappear. She thought Zhouzhou had left. Before she could catch her breath, her earlobe was grabbed.

Song Qingyou's delicate body trembled unconsciously; that was her sensitive spot, known only to Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou...