Song Qingyou's feet were bound with straps, so she couldn't move. She didn't say a word as he kissed and sucked on her.

Fu Wenzhou put his arm around her slender waist and said in a low voice, "How do you plan to settle the matter of Ruan Mingchen deliberately using you as a shield?"

Song Qingyou was surprised that he hadn't forgotten Ruan Mingchen after going around in circles. She pursed her lips and said, "Old Madam Ruan helped me before."

Fu Wenzhou's brows furrowed suddenly: "He's using you!"

Song Qingyou patted the back of his hand, as if to comfort him: "I know, but I owe Madam Ruan a favor."

Fu Wenzhou looked very unhappy.

"Untie the straps." Song Qingyou lightly lifted her foot.

Fu Wenzhou was unwilling, so he bent down, picked her up, and moved her from the rattan chair to the bed. When he put her down, he leaned over and pressed down on her: "I don't understand."

Song Qingyou frowned: "You want me to sleep with this strapped to me?"

Fu Wenzhou certainly wouldn't let her sleep with her feet bound all night. He just suddenly felt that the red rope tied to her jade-like ankles looked exceptionally beautiful, and he couldn't bear to untie it now.

He kissed Song Qingyou's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Youyou, tie her up a little longer, okay?"

His palm slowly slid down, landing on the bandage, then moving from the bandage to his ankle, his throat terribly dry.

He couldn't understand why someone could be so perfectly suited to his heart. Even their feet were so beautiful.

I really want to hide her away, lock her in the room every day, and only have him in my eyes.

Fu Wenzhou dared not let Song Qingyou know these dark and sordid thoughts; he only dared to think them in his heart. He could still tolerate them for now, but he would deal with the day when he could no longer bear it.

Fu Wenzhou coaxed her softly, "Youyou, go to sleep."

His voice was deep, and Song Qingyou actually felt sleepy. In addition, the massage he was giving her felt comfortable, and soon she closed her eyes in a daze.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes remained fixed on those jade-like feet. He didn't have any particular fetishes, but he liked every part of Song Qingyou's body.

With slender fingertips, she lifted a corner of the binding strap, then gently hooked it, and the silky strap fell onto the bed, the red accentuating her fair and beautiful legs.

Fu Wenzhou placed his palm over the original bindings and gently kneaded them inch by inch.

He didn't use much force, unwilling to hurt her, and could only suppress the raging desire in his heart, his eyes deep and dark.

The heating in the room was on full blast, but the skin under his palms was still cool. Fu Wenzhou frowned, lifted the covers, got into bed, and lay down beside her. He carefully moved her into his arms until he had her completely wrapped around his body, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

Song Qingyou is afraid of the cold and is extremely sensitive to temperature. Suddenly, a stove was pressed against her back, and she flinched from the heat, but she quickly became greedy for the scalding heat and pressed herself against the source of the heat.

"Hiss~"

Fu Wenzhou grunted and guiltily stepped back a little.

I feel a little ashamed of myself for being so easily provoked.

Song Qingyou stirred in his arms, her breathing shallow.

"Does Ruan Yinyin like you?"

Fu Wenzhou was startled. He looked down and found that her eyes were not open.

He wasn't sure if she was asleep or not, so he tentatively said, "She confessed to me, but I didn't accept her. I don't like her. I only like you."

"Hmm." Song Qingyou's voice was very soft, like the moon murmuring in the night: "I don't like the scent of her perfume, so don't bring her in again."

Fu Wenzhou's chest heaved, and after a long while, he smiled and said, "Okay."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Song Qingyou had no dreams all night. She propped herself up on her arms and sat up, finding her side icy cold.

What about Fu Wenzhou?

Has he left?

She was somewhat stunned. If she hadn't seen the porridge warming in the kitchen afterward, she would have thought she had imagined it all night.

The broken door frame has been replaced, just like her previous door, except it uses a combination lock. Song Qingyou tried the combination casually, and a mechanical sound came from inside with a click.

"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."

Song Qingyou's fingers, which were pressing the lock, froze.

A draft blew through, and the door was closed.

She stood outside the door, stunned for a long while before re-entering the password.

The cute mechanical voice rang out again.

"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."

Song Qingyou didn't go in; instead, she entered the password again.

"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."

She stood at the door, braving the cold wind, and entered the password more than a dozen times.

"Miss, why are you standing outside the door?"

Song Chang's voice, filled with doubt and worry, came from behind: "Is the door broken? I'll go find someone to fix it..."

“It’s not broken.” Song Qingyou turned around, her face cold. “I need to go out for a bit. Uncle Chang, could you please move the car?”

Song Chang hurriedly replied, "I'll go right away."

Ruan Mingchen's meeting place was in a secluded teahouse, with a quiet environment and fresh air.

Song Qingyou followed the waiter through the small path from the entrance and saw a tea room hidden behind a bamboo grove. No one came in; it was very secluded.

"Mr. Ruan," Song Qingyou sat down opposite Ruan Mingchen, "Is there something you wanted to see me about?"

Ruan Mingchen's gaze was indifferent: "The deal I made before is still in effect."

Song Qingyou smiled calmly and said, "I remember I rejected you last time. I don't know why you still spread rumors that I want to marry you. I still hope you can clarify this matter yourself, because I don't want my life to be affected."

Actually, it doesn't have much of an impact; it's just that mad dogs are narrow-minded.

Furthermore, she did not embody the spirit of selflessness in sacrificing herself for others.

I came to see Ruan Mingchen today to clarify this matter.

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