He even flirted with me in a rather inappropriate way.
Looking at Fu Yanshen at this moment, one phrase comes to mind: a resurgence of hope.
His handsome face pressed down, his nose touching mine, his hot breath colliding with mine, his thin lips brushing against mine almost imperceptibly. "Tonight... I'll perform even better, until you're satisfied."
His deep, magnetic voice faded as his thin lips were about to touch mine.
I quickly pushed his chest away, swallowed hard, and said, "Fu Yanshen, I just came to deliver clothes. Putting them in my closet is just an eyesore—"
His lips and tongue suddenly cut me off.
He cupped the back of my head in his hands, immobilizing me, forcing me to tilt my face back and endure his burning, scalding kisses that seemed to melt even steel.
My mind went blank.
The blood throughout the body, and even every cell, was surging and boiling.
Fu Yanshen kissed me as he moved, and eventually we stumbled onto the bed.
"Oh..." I lay on the soft bed, finally able to catch my breath.
Through my hazy vision, Fu Yanshen's deep, lustful eyes were fixed on my undulating, fair, and rounded breasts.
Just as we were passionately kissing, the only button on my traditional Chinese-style suit jacket came undone, leaving the front of the jacket wide open and exposing a black lace vest-style bra to him.
The air was thick and ambiguous; I had difficulty breathing, and my cheeks were burning hot.
But I still had reason left, and I tried to get up by pushing myself up on the bed, but the man's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a passionate kiss forcefully pushed me back down.
Sandpaper-like palms and the roughness of gauze caressed my shoulders and neck...
In an instant, a satisfied groan escaped from deep within my throat, completely beyond my control.
His kiss left my lips, traveled down my chin and neck, igniting sparks, and buried itself deep inside. I arched my back, my fingertips digging into his stiff hair.
I struggled in the swamp of lust, but sank deeper and deeper...
...
The sound of a drawer being pulled open made me open my dazed eyes.
Fu Yanshen was stretching out his arm, touching the drawer.
This was his habitual action when we made love before, and this scene felt like a return to those days.
"Hold……"
The man gritted his teeth and swore.
I understand, there's no condom.
In an instant, half of my passion subsided.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to get up, but Fu Yanshen pressed me back down. I frowned and glared at him, my cheeks still burning.
"What?" I scolded him playfully. "Ah..."
In an instant, she craned her neck, letting out a satisfied moan from the tip of her nose, her watery eyes meeting his deep black eyes.
His eyes showed affection. "Is it sweet?"
My heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, scenes from a long, long time ago vividly appeared in my mind.
The pampered young lady Sheng Qiaoqiao, when it comes to making love with Fu Yanshen, is both greedy for pleasure and afraid of getting tired.
So, being quite cunning, she would deliberately flirt with him, pester him, and ask him for something sweet when there was no condom.
When he holds her in his lap, using kisses and hands to give her pleasure and stimulation, and finally satisfying her with his fingers, she will feel a sense of happiness that he is pampering and spoiling her.
I snapped out of my reverie and dug my fingertips deep into the muscles of his empty arm. The sensory stimulation and pleasure brought tears to my eyes.
In the instant fireworks exploded in my mind, I rolled over and buried myself in his arms, my body trembling as I cried out...
Fu Yanshen hugged me tightly.
My face was buried in his hot chest, my nostrils filled with his intense scent of hormones, his heart was pounding powerfully, and the scar was pressed tightly against my lips…
I don't know how much time passed, but my mind and body gradually calmed down.
"It's going to kill me!" he said in a hoarse voice, his heart pounding even harder.
He grabbed my hand and pulled it downwards...
I quickly shook him off and gave him a cold glare.
Fu Yanshen looked annoyed and gritted his teeth, "You took the sweetness and then turned your back on me."
As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand.
The white gauze was almost soaked through, stained with blood; more blood had seeped out when he exerted himself earlier...
The sweet, ambiguous scent made my cheeks flush.
That's so embarrassing.
Ignoring him, I quickly got out of bed, regardless of his "life or death," and ran to the bathroom.
My skirt was covered in wrinkles and stained with blood. I was covered in a sticky, uncomfortable sweat, and there was also a hint of something ambiguous about it.
I simply locked myself in the shower and took a hot shower.
While I was taking a shower, Fu Yanshen hung his bathrobe on the shower door handle and let me know.
I heard my phone ringing as I came out wearing his bathrobe.
As I left the restroom, Fu Yanshen was holding my phone and walking towards me.
The man hung his head, his face gloomy, clearly unhappy.
He handed me the phone and then turned around.
When I looked, the screen displayed "Song Sinan".
No wonder Fu Yanshen had such a sour face just now.
"Snango." That's what I habitually call him when we're not at work.
Fu Yanshen paused for a moment while changing the sheets, then shook them vigorously, letting them flutter in the air before laying them down.
Song Sinan: "Qiaoqiao, where are you now?... Is it convenient for you to come out?"
What does he want from me so late?
I was taken aback for a moment. "Brother Sinan... I'm in my apartment, already asleep. Is there something you need?"
I'm embarrassed to say that I'm currently with Fu Yanshen. My friends all know that I was hurt by him in the past, especially Mu Ye, who even knows about my past life.
If they knew that I still had ties with Fu Yanshen, they would definitely be angry at me for being so useless.
At that moment, I clearly felt a chill coming from Fu Yanshen.
He left the unmade bed sheets behind and went out of the bedroom.
I instantly realized that he was angry that I had lied to Song Sinan, and that he had already misunderstood that there was something between us.
"Then...you continue to rest." Song Sinan remained silent for a while before speaking gently.
After hanging up the phone, I went to find my clothes and discovered that Fu Yanshen had already thrown them into the washing machine, and they weren't even washed yet.
Outside the bedroom, Fu Yanshen stood by the railing with his back to me.
His back was lonely, shrouded in a faint melancholy, and a faint smell of tobacco floated in the air.
I frowned, strode forward, snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers, threw it on the ground, stomped on it, and ground it hard.
"Fu Yanshen, you still smoke!" I glared at him, my chest heaving with anger.
Fu Yanshen paused for a moment, then slowly approached me. "I had a lot of social engagements recently and started using again. I promise I won't do it again. If I do it again, you can punish me."
He raised his hand to touch my face, but I pushed his hand away. "Even if you slap me—it's none of my business."
I couldn't bring myself to say the word "death".
Fu Yanshen hugged me tightly, his strong arms holding me close. "Qiaoqiao, I understand, you still care about me."
"I just smoked because I was afraid, afraid that you and Song Sinan would really get together..."
His voice was hoarse, filled with panic and weakness.
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