Fu Jingyu looked at Qiao Shu like this and chuckled: "Shu Shu, I hope you won't regret it later."
Qiao Shu blinked twice, then said, "Whoever regrets this will be a grandson!"
"good."
As soon as Fu Jingyu finished speaking, he pressed Qiao Shu down on him with force, then stood up and kissed her red lips.
Qiao Shu's hands tightly grasped the buttons of his shirt on his chest, and then unbuttoned them little by little.
She was wearing loose pajamas and his shirt was torn open by him in a few seconds.
Qiao Shu only felt a chill on his chest.
Her body also began to tremble slightly, and a tingling sensation spread from her chest to her whole body, making her unable to help but let out a soft moan.
Fu Jingyu kissed her snow-white skin, and his palms wandered across her chest, all the way down, and finally held Qiao Shu's softness.
“Hmm…”
Qiao Shu snorted softly, his eyes blurred.
He grasped her softness and squeezed it hard.
"Um........."
"Um?"
Fu Jingyu's fingers exerted a little force, and Qiao Shu immediately cried out in pain, then pushed his shoulder hard: "It hurts, be gentle."
"Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."
His palms continued to knead, showing no sign of stopping.
Qiao Shu trembled all over as he rubbed her, and finally she gave in.
“Stop…stop it, I…I want…I want…”
Qiao Shu spoke incoherently, which made Fu Jingyu's blood boil.
He put his lips to her ear and said in a seductive tone, "What do you want?"
Qiao Shu blushed and bit her lower lip tightly, unwilling to say those two words.
Fu Jingyu's palm moved up along her slender waist and then to her buttocks.
Qiao Shu's body trembled and twisted restlessly, but he held her firmly under him.
Fu Jingyu rolled over and pressed Qiao Shu under him.
"Shushu, you still can't do it."
As soon as he said this, the bed curtains were lowered, and then he saw the bed board shaking violently, silently telling him that it should not have to bear a weight.
An hour later, the two came out again.
Fu Jingyu came out of the room carrying Qiao Shu, who was too tired to lift a finger.
Qiao Shu didn't want to come out for breakfast at all, but Fu Jingyu was afraid that she would get sick, so he insisted on carrying her out.
Just as Fu Jingyu carried Qiao Shu out, Xiaohua looked at Qiao Shu with her eyes wide open and asked with concern, "Sister Shu Shu, are you sick?"
Otherwise, why would my brother hold Qiao Shu like this?
When Qiao Shu heard Xiaohua's words, his face turned red and he had no idea how to answer Xiaohua's question.
She glared at Fu Jingyu. It was his fault for not being able to hold back. Now that she had said she didn't want to eat, she still insisted on carrying herself out.
After being glared at by Qiao Shu, Fu Jingyu said that he was really wronged. He was obviously concerned about Qiao Shu's health. She could not walk and had no strength, so he carried her out to eat.
In the end, I was blamed for my good intentions.
But in order to maintain Qiao Shu's face, Fu Jingyu still explained for her: "Your sister Shushu is not sick. She just got up this morning and had no strength left. There was no other way, so I had to carry her out."
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