His forehead was burning hot, pressing directly against the side of her neck.
As his desire grew, his whole body became hot and hot, as if it was on fire, and he pressed close to her body.
The heat made Yan Funing's heart palpitate.
A trace of panic flashed through my heart, and I quickly reached out and pushed his shoulders hard.
"Fu Ciyi, wake up!"
"You're too heavy, get up!"
No matter how she shouted, he had no intention of getting up. Instead, his breath sprayed directly on the skin on the side of her neck, rapid and hot.
She had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder.
Since patting him didn't help, he just clenched his fist and punched him on the back.
In return, he bit her earlobe.
"Well, Fu Ciyi, just hold on a little longer, just another half a quarter of an hour."
Her voice was soft and mournful.
This made the man even more aggressive, and his kiss slid from her ear to her white and slender neck.
Perhaps feeling that her hands were in the way, Fu Ciyi straightened up slightly, clasped her wrists with one hand, and lifted them above her head.
Their eyes met.
Yan Funing was shocked.
Although I was panicking, I didn't feel the fear I had before.
Looking into the reason, I probably knew that this was not his intention at the moment.
Then he softened his tone: "The needles are still sticking in there. Just hold on for a while. It will probably be done in half a minute."
However, the man seemed not to hear.
The other hand restrainedly tugged at her collar, revealing a small piece of white and tender skin. The next moment, his thin lips landed on her collarbone.
It feels numb and tingling, with a burning sensation.
For a moment, Yan Funing's mind went blank.
It was not for any other reason, but because the expression in front of her was exactly like the one she saw in her dream.
"Fu Ciyi, you are awake, right?"
When she asked the question, she was surprised by the calm tone of her voice.
Fu Ciyi paused in his kiss, slowly let go of her wrist, and withdrew his lips from her collarbone.
As he tried to suppress it, his whole body pressed heavily against her.
"I'm sorry."
His voice was low and deep, filled with apology.
Yan Funing patted him on the back gently: "It's okay, just bear with it."
He rested his chin on her shoulder, nodded, and restrainedly pressed his still hot cheek against the side of her neck.
Yan Funing did not hide.
She gently embraced him, one hand caressing his back while the other took his pulse. After a moment, she whispered, "The pulse was showing signs of a violent attack earlier, but it's starting to stabilize now."
He was already very good. It took others half a minute to suppress everything, but he did it this way.
"I wonder what's in that soup? It's even better than the wedding wine on our wedding night."
The man said hoarsely: "You should ask mother about this."
After saying that, he sat up.
Yan Funing sat up and said, "How about I go talk to Mother and tell her that it's my fault, just as I said before? That way, she won't give you this kind of soup that's harmful to your health next time."
Fu Ciyi shook his head.
Every time I moved my head, my temples would throb with pain.
He raised his hand and pressed his swollen temple with his slender fingers. His voice was still deep: "I will talk to her."
Yan Funing nodded: "Okay."
The couple sat on the edge of the bed.
Yan Funing poked his arm with her index finger: "There's a needle in your lower back. Lie down for a while."
"good."
Fu Ciyi did as he was told.
Yan Funing glanced at his fair skin and lifted the corner of the quilt to cover him.
While waiting for the acupuncture time to come, she sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her calves, looking relaxed and contented.
Fu Ciyi tilted his head and watched her body swaying with her legs, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"Weren't you afraid of me just now?"
In the past, no matter how close he was to her, her eyes were always filled with fear.
Just now, she was panic-stricken, but he didn't see how she was afraid of him.
Yan Funing turned around and smiled: "I'm not really afraid, because I know that your behavior just now was not what you meant."
Fu Ciyi coughed lightly.
To be honest, he was awake just now.
But the thought grew stronger in an instant, and it was not impossible for him to try his best to restrain it.
For a moment, as if possessed by some unknown force, he wanted to let the soup take full effect, and he also wanted to know what she was like in front of him.
Hearing her say this, ripples seemed to appear in my heart.
I seem to care more and more about her opinion.
Seeing the man's shoulders exposed, Yan Funing tucked them back in for him and said softly, "Fu Ciyi, please behave like a gentleman in today's matter."
Fu Ciyi chuckled but didn't respond.
"It's time." She raised her hand, "I'm removing the needle."
"Okay." He said.
Yan Funing pulled out the silver needles one by one and put them away, then said softly, "Hurry up and get dressed, don't catch a cold."
The man sat up and dressed.
Yan Funing held the silver needle bag and walked out.
After walking a few steps, he called out to me, "Come here, my lady."
"Hmm?" Yan Funing turned and looked at him.
He pointed at the bedding on the bed and said, "It's still wet. I still can't sleep in the study tonight."
Yan Funing raised an eyebrow: "Your body temperature just now was enough to dry out the quilt, and you still can't sleep?"
The man said in a steady voice: "If you don't believe me, come and feel it."
Yan Funing really didn't believe it, so she walked back a few steps, reached out and touched the bedding, and sure enough, it was still damp.
She never expected that the man would grab her wrist and touch her slightly open collar.
When the soft fingers touched his chest, Yan Funing froze suddenly.
"Fu Ciyi, what are you doing? You were the one holding my hand and letting me touch it."
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