Fu Ciyi was delighted when he heard this.
But the girl sitting on the bed lowered her eyes and said, "Fu Ciyi, I made a purse for you. Can you forget the image of me hugging your neck while sleeping?"
"Can."
The girl in front of me is so silly and cute, how can I forget that scene so easily?
"I've never made a purse before. The one I use is the one the Yan family brought back. I'll make you a similar one in a men's style." She raised her eyes to meet his, her eyes sparkling. "You asked me to make it. Whether it looks good or not, you have to keep it."
Fu Ciyi smiled warmly: "Keep it."
If it looks good, it will naturally be collected.
If it's done ugly, then it should be kept.
Yan Funing pulled over the sewing basket beside the bed, took out the scissors and was about to start cutting when he called out to her, "It's getting late. Go to bed early so your legs can recover."
"Then I'll do it tomorrow." She put the cloth into the basket, waved to him, and patted the bed. "Lie down on the bed and I'll massage your shoulders and neck."
Fu Ciyi thought about it, leaned over, and lay down on the bed obediently.
Yan Funing raised her hand and gently massaged his shoulders and neck.
Through his clothes, he could clearly feel the soft little hands kneading his skin, which really made him feel quite comfortable.
"It would be better to use a hot cotton towel to warm the shoulders and neck."
At this moment, her soft voice was particularly gentle.
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Then do I have to take off my clothes?"
Yan Funing muttered, "How can I apply a hot compress without taking off my clothes?" Afraid he'd misunderstand, she added, "I don't want to see you without clothes. I'm not a lecher!"
Fu Ciyi supported himself with his arms, sat up, and began to unbutton his inner garments with his slender jade-like fingers.
The collar of her clothes was slightly open, revealing a piece of cold white skin, which was illuminated by the candle and the lamp, giving it a touch of warmth.
Yan Funing closed her eyes and didn't look.
"Why do you have to take off so much? Just expose your shoulders." After a slight pause, she reminded, "Go get a basin of hot water first."
"I just washed up and used up all the hot water. How about you give me another massage?"
Regardless of whether she agreed or not, Fu Ciyi pulled up his clothes and lay back on the bed.
This woman cannot be touched easily. For example, he got a stiff neck when he touched her last night.
But at this moment, he shamefully longed for the feeling of those small hands pinching his shoulders and neck.
Afraid that she wouldn't agree, he added, "You've been hugging my neck all night, and it's getting even more uncomfortable now. It's quite inconvenient to turn around during class today, and you still have class tomorrow."
Yan Funing felt guilty after hearing this, so she reached out again and gently massaged the back of his neck.
“How strong is this?”
"Yes, sure."
The man's voice was a little deep because he was lying on the bed, and it unexpectedly had a bit of evil in it.
As she massaged him, Yan Funing looked at his figure. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He had a very good figure.
Especially the waist, even wearing loose underwear, you can still feel that it is strong and powerful.
No wonder the book says that he tortured her in the villa all night long.
Thinking of this, her hands began to tremble.
Fu Ciyi noticed: "What's wrong?"
"I hit my heel and it hurts."
It is very delicate and gentle.
Fu Ciyi turned over and sat up, pretending to look at her legs and feet.
"No more tonight, let's do it tomorrow." Yan Fu huddled at the head of the bed and pointed at the non-existent dividing line in the bed. "My legs and feet are injured, and it hurts when I move. Can you help me hang the sheets?"
"Don't hang up, will you?"
"What else can I do? I've given you a stiff neck."
The man chuckled, took out the bed sheet and hung it up the same way she had hung it before.
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The next day, Li Xinheng drove Fu Ciyi to Qingshan School.
Fu Ciyi got out of the car: "Xinheng, go back and help me look after the house."
He was afraid that the Hu family would cause trouble again.
Li Xinheng nodded: "The young lady asked me to tell the shopkeeper, and I will be back after that. Sir, I will pick you up this afternoon."
"good."
The two said goodbye, and Li Xinheng drove to Liuji Restaurant.
Liu Song saw Li Xinheng coming over alone and looked behind him: "Where's my daughter?"
"The girl was injured. She was washing vegetables by the river and was nearly kidnapped..."
Li Xinheng had a loud voice, and as soon as he spoke, he attracted the chefs, cooks and waiters in the restaurant to come over.
Even Zhu Rouyu, who was delivering meat to the restaurant, stopped to listen carefully.
After Li Xinheng finished speaking, everyone scolded the Hu family.
Li Xinheng said, "The young lady's legs are injured, and she won't be able to come to the restaurant for some time. She specifically asked me to come and tell the owner."
Liu Song said with concern: "Your legs and feet are important."
He turned around and took out a pig's hind leg from the basket of pork that Zhu Rouyu had brought over: "Give it to my daughter. She'll eat whatever nourishes her."
"Yes, what you eat nourishes you." Zhu Rouyu thought for a moment. The pork legs had been delivered to the restaurant, so he took four pig's trotters from the butcher stall and gave them to Li Xinheng. "Brother, please take them to your daughter for me."
"Okay!" Li Xinheng agreed.
Seeing that it was inconvenient to put the pork directly on the ox cart, Feng, the waiter, brought a large basket from the restaurant.
Li Xinheng put the pig's legs and four pig's trotters into a basket, got on the ox cart and said goodbye to everyone.
When the car was halfway there, it ran into the Hu family.
I saw Hu Xingwang driving an ox cart with Fu sitting on it.
Li Xinheng took another look and was then retorted by Fu: "What are you looking at?"
"Old woman, who wants to see you?" Li Xinheng retorted and waved the whip.
After returning to the village, Li Xinheng parked the ox cart at his home, carried the basket and went to the Fu family without stopping.
In the yard, Ali was sweeping the floor, and Yan Funing was supported by Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao, hopping on one foot to the main room.
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