Her delicate, sharp eyebrows softened, revealing a hint of innocence and pitifulness. "Zhizhi won't push me away, will she?"

Shen Zhiyi was extremely embarrassed.

But just as he said, she couldn't bring herself to push him away.

She could only remain in this position, forced to accept his kiss, which was even deeper than before, as he fell upon her again.

He gripped her waist, wishing he could merge her into his very bones.

"Hold me tight," he commanded in a hoarse voice.

Shen Zhiyi tremblingly hooked her arms around his neck.

Fu Yinzhou was impressed by her obedience and docility, but he couldn't help but have more delusions of destroying and ravaging her.

He gently bit her lips.

"Can I kiss somewhere else, Zhizhi?"

The beast lurking in the darkness is no longer content with conquering her soft lips; it is preparing to seek a more comfortable and alluring habitat.

While she was in a daze, he pressed hot kisses onto her neck.

Is this place okay?

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head back, her fingertips running through his hair, feeling his warm breath roaming over every part of her neck, even kissing her earlobe.

Shen Zhiyi trembled slightly.

"Young Master...is this...enough?" She was asking him if it was enough to heal his injuries, but Fu Yinzhou deliberately misinterpreted her meaning and sighed softly.

"Oh... Zhizhi doesn't think it's enough...?" He traced the line along the side of her neck downwards. "What about here?"

He kissed her collarbone.

Shen Zhiyi trembled slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment as she protested, "That's not what I meant..."

Fu Yinzhou raised his head and wiped away the tears that had seeped from the corners of her eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell, Zhizhi?"

He seemed to understand the importance of repaying kindness, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll help you too, okay?"