Qiao Shu's pupils suddenly shrank.
He pressed his palms against her shoulders, forcing her to face him, his voice hoarse and filled with desire.
"If you don't want to, uncle, I won't force you."
Qiao Shu's tears kept flowing out of her eyes and dripping onto Fu Jingyu's chest.
Fu Jingyu felt warm liquid in his chest.
His heart felt like it was pierced by something and it hurt so much.
His body was shaking, and his voice was trembling even more: "I'm sorry, Shushu, I... I..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and lower and lower, until finally it turned into a low wheeze.
"Shushu........."
Fu Jingyu murmured her name, his voice hoarse and filled with forbearance.
Qiao Shu's tears flowed violently, and her eyes were full of fear.
When Fu Jingyu saw her tears, his heart ached.
His heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles, almost breaking.
"No, no, no... don't do this... wuwu..."
Joshu cried, her fingers clutching his shirt, her voice trembling.
Fu Jingyu's eyes were red, his throat rolled, and his voice was hoarse with a hint of begging.
"Shushu, don't cry. I won't come anymore. Don't cry."
Qiao Shu cried so hard that her tears kept flowing like beads from a broken string.
Fu Jingyu's heart ached. He reached out to wipe her tears and licked them again with his tongue. His movements were very gentle, but they made Qiao Shu cry even harder.
"You...how could you do this...wuwu..."
Her fingers clutched his clothes and she cried breathlessly.
"Okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Fu Jingyu coaxed softly.
"Don't cry, or I won't touch you."
His voice was soft, but contained a hint of helplessness.
Qiao Shu's tears flowed even more violently.
He said he wouldn't touch her anymore, so does that mean he really won't touch her anymore?
Qiao Shu's tears kept flowing out and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"No...I want to leave."
She gritted her teeth and pushed his shoulders hard: "Let me go, let me go!"
Fu Jingyu did not let her go, but instead held her in his arms.
Qiao Shu kicked his legs wildly, trying to escape his restraint.
Fu Jingyu grabbed her with his big hands, picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
Her body hit the bed sheets heavily, and she gasped in pain. Her cheeks flushed red, and she looked as fresh and cute as a ripe apple.
Her eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and she looked a little aggrieved and sad.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice trembling: "No... I'm scared."
Fu Jingyu kept swallowing saliva in his throat.
The image of her crying just now kept echoing in his mind.
"I promise, I will never touch you again. Really, believe me, we won't have any relationship. Before we get married, I will never touch you again. Please forgive me, okay?"
He assured, his voice hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.
He looked at Qiao Shu, his eyes as deep as ink.
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